Yes, we are planning a baby
A baby most wanted.
I have it all planned
So this is how it will go.

I will have my boy, named Sam
He will be first
He will have red hair and freckles
Oh Sam, you will be so cute!

Later on my little girl will come
She will be beautiful
And Sam will always protect her
Like a big brother should.

The day has come, I am pregnant!
I am so happy, Sam is on his way.
Four months of morning sickness
Has put a doubt in my mind.

What have I done, well can’t back out now!
Will I know what to do?
I have never been schooled on raising a child.
A red headed, always in trouble, Sam.

Oh!  What was that? A pressure, a pain.
It’s here, two weeks late, my little Sam.
Eighteen hours later
I’m pushing, one two three
He is out!

Wait a minute! The doctor is saying a girl!
No you are confused, it’s my boy, Sam.
I open my eyes and look into my daughter’s face
As she hiccups and hiccups.
She is beautiful.

The largest green eyes you have ever seen.
The best baby you could ever wish for.
I was truly blessed on July 25, 1968
With what must be an angel.

I have my Sam, with big green eyes
And dark brown hair.
For lo and behold, one of her
Friends nicknamed her Sam
Without knowing of Sam’s story.

My daughter was the only blessing
I would have.
There hasn’t been one wish
Of a different outcome.
My daughter, Sabrina
My daughter Sam