Born with the sunrise, soft and strong,
A heartbeat steady, a sacred song.
You came into this world so small,
Yet held a strength that stunned us all.
Two weeks old, with eyes so wide,
The world unsure, but by your side,
We stood and prayed, we held our breath—
You faced the storm, you danced with death.
A tiny scar, a quiet fight,
You met the dark and chose the light.
In healing hands, you found your way,
And turned our night into a day.
You are the story brave hearts tell—
Of mountains climbed and how they fell.
Not just a child, but something more,
A soul that shook the very core.
Now seven years of joy and flame,
Of whispered prayers and shouting your name.
Curious spirit, laughter wild—
You are the world's most precious child.
And every time I see your face,
I thank the stars, I feel God's grace.
For in your smile, the truth is shown:
You are our miracle- our own
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