A.M.B, My Bundle of Joy

I remember when I made you

I was scared to tell your grandma,

I didn't know what she'd do.

The whole thing was bitter sweet, 

sometimes I wish I could go back and be as happy as I could be. 

It was an accident but never a regret,

sometimes I ask him "How can this lil guy be the greatest creation yet?"; but then I sit back and reflect on what i was going through. 

God made no mistakes when he created you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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