Your value, my dear, is incalculable
This is a poem for my daughter, actually any of the three, and my son, but inspired by that time a daughter doubted her worth.
He begins by imagining the first race he won: the X-chromosome sperm that beat all the other X- and Y-chromosome sperm in that infinitesimal race.
She is already one in ten million, as is every human being:
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You, my dear, won the race,
you did it my dear; your sweet face,
Your first challenge was to beat the rest
therefore, my dear, you are already the best!
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When we first found out you were on the way,
Our excitement, in truth, we couldn’t keep it at bay,
ever since, you’ve been our passionate choice,
and there is nothing better now than hearing your bubbly voice.
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Your life for us, every day of it, has always been good news,
although we understand that not everything you would choose,
And even if we tell you, over and over and over again,
We understand why you find this life a drain.
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However, having said all that, please don’t be oblivious,
that we still wish to shower you with all our loving care,
without hopeless discouragement take life one day at a time,
it’s the only path through a life you should expect to climb.
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The older we get, the more we can’t stop seeing,
how truly enriched, thanks to you, our lives have become,
so please always consider that whenever you doubt your worth,
we have given thanks to Almighty God since the hour of your birth.
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Finally, above all, when all is said and done,
our main hope for you is that you can say that you have won,
And when you look back one day, at these hard days of pain,
our hope for you is that you feel the sunshine after all the rain.
