I'll be the first to admit I was terrified.
I wasn't ready, I couldn't be a mother.
Then it hit me, this is really happening.
I was in the party stage of my life,
Always on the go and looking for fun.
I wasn't ready to throw that away.
Then there was you, Lyla Elaine.
You saved me from myself.
You pushed me back in the right direction.
I NEEDED you; just as much as you
Needed me. I was ready for this.
Now I wake up with a reason.
I wake up and I look at your sleeping face.
I smell your Johnson&Johnson; hair,
I hold your little hands, you're my reason.
All those times when I asked why I was alive?
You, you are why I am here.
I was created to create you.
You are my reason for living,
My motivation for loving,
My get up and go.
I love you from your messy little bedhead;
To your tiny little toes.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
I'll be the first to admit I was terrified.
I wasn't ready, I couldn't be a mother.
Then it hit me, this is really happening.
I was in the party stage of my life,
Always on the go and looking for fun.
I wasn't ready to throw that away.
Then there was you, Lyla Elaine.
You saved me from myself.
You pushed me back in the right direction.
I NEEDED you; just as much as you
Needed me. I was ready for this.
Now I wake up with a reason.
I wake up and I look at your sleeping face.
I smell your Johnson&Johnson; hair,
I hold your little hands, you're my reason.
All those times when I asked why I was alive?
You, you are why I am here.
I was created to create you.
You are my reason for living,
My motivation for loving,
My get up and go.
I love you from your messy little bedhead;
To your tiny little toes.
Request permission to use this poem