I prayed to God for a little baby,
but I did not conceive you
I had not a hand in who you'd look like,
but I could certainly pass as being your   mother

No, I did not carry you for nine months; in my womb
feeding you through my own body
I did not feel your every movement, 
late at night or early in the morning

It wasn't me who had morning sickness 
or weird cravings at night;
gaining weight, month by month
to accomodate that brand new gift,
called life

I admit, it wasn't me 
who had to be taken to emergency;
experiencing excruciating pain
Enduring hours and hours of labor,
as I laid helplessly in a hospital bed

No, it wouldn't be right;
to take credit for your life,
because I'm sure it wasn't me
that pushed you through my birth canal
I did not contribute any chromosomes;
to determine whether you'd be a boy or a girl

Although I had not gone through any of those things, 
I can honestly say with beaming pride;
That I love you just like I did;
Exactly the same,
as if you were my own child