The Picture In My Wallet

I’m sorry I won’t be there to hear the first words that you speak
I hope that you don’t grow up and think of me as weak
And I’m sorry I won’t be there to see the first steps that you take
Or to watch you as you blow out all the candles on your cake
All I have is this picture of you to tell you how I feel
Just because you can’t hear me that doesn’t mean it isn’t real
Even though I’m not around you, I’m with you every day
I think about you often and whisper your name while I pray
You’ll never know if this is true but I’ll always know it is
I’ll be holding my face in my hands while he’s holding you in his
It will always bring a tear to my eye when I see you
Because mommy says you’re not mine… but I don’t know if it’s true

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