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Chelsea
by
Celista Tremblay
When I held
her in my arms that day
All my fears just slipped away
Her dark black hair was soft to the touch
I knew I’d love her all too much
Her father had such a big smile
As he held her all the while
He never left my bed that day
As we pondered and we prayed
The baby didn’t have a name
They all just seemed too plain
For the name that she would need
Had to be perfect indeed
But then her father came to me
He said I think I like Chelsea
And that was how it was done
She had a name she had begun
And as she grew into a child
Our lives became more mild
Still we spent most of our time
Singing songs and nursery rhymes
This baby brought us so much joy
We started to try for a boy.
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