I wrote this for my unborn little lady who the specialists believe has Osteogenesis Imperfecta – to joe public, this is brittle bones. I’m on a journey of discovery, heartache, intrigue, fear, anxiety, yet excitement. I don’t know what my little lady will have, nor do I know whom she will be. What I do know, is that like a butterfly, she will soar… and like a snowflake, she will glisten beautiful and serene.
Who will you be, this beauty of mine,
Sent to me to cherish and love,
Will you be vibrant, so full of life,
My angel of glass from above
A snowflake you are, So precious and true,
Gleaming and sparkling in light
my beautiful girl, I see you there
Your smile, my heaven delight.
I’ll hold your hand, and wipe your tears,
My vision of perfection you are,
My delicate snowflake,
That intricate you,
My shining and glittering star 💫