In 1943 you were visiting a baby ward for adoptive children.
As you came into view, a boy 10 days old,
bald, with blue eyes, a red face and a scab on his
nose held his arms out and cried for you.
That’s when you decided “he needs me. He’s the one”.
I’ve always been glad I picked you to be my Mother.
Loving you Always,
Denny
