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To Jennifer
by
Bob Hyman
I am, she
is, and now at last you are.
Sweet miracle, I've often wondered how
You've been so close, but for nine months so far.
I'll never love you more than I do now.
Three seasons full I've waited for your smile
And tried to figure what you were somehow.
I loved you then, I've loved you all the while,
But never loved you more than I do now.
And when your children gather at my side
To gaze upon my grayed and furrowed brow,
Although my heart shall surely burst with pride
I'll not then love you more than I do now.
This love, unchanged as only love can be,
Will last, my daughter, for eternity.
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