IN THE COLDEST DEPTHS OF WINTER
EARLY IN THE BLISTERING MORN,
A MIRACLE, AT THE HANDS OF GOD
THIS LITTLE MAN OF MINE WAS BORN.

OH, HOW HIS EYES, THEY SPARKLE
AND HIS SMILE BURN DEEP, IN MY SOUL, THAT DAY,
WITH LITTLE BLONDE CURLS, AND BIG BROWN EYES
HE'S JUST PERFECTION, IN EVERY WAY.

MANY, AND MANY TIMES, I THANKED THE LORD
FOR GRANTING TO ME, THIS BLESSING SO FINE,
I'LL NOURISH AND LOVE, AND PROTECT, AND CHERISH
THIS LITTLE MAN OF MINE.

WELL, THE MONTHS, WENT FLYING BY, SO VERY FAST
HE CRAWLED, THEN STOOD, AND THEN HE COULD WALK,
BUT, DEEP IN MY MIND, I WONDERED TO MYSELF,
WHY DOESN'T MY BABY TALK?

AND THE VERY DAY, HE TURNED TWO,
AFTER MANY DOCTOR VISITS, APPOINTMENTS, AND CALLS,
I LEARNED THAT HIS EARS, HAD BEEN CLOSED TO THE WORLD
AND HE HAD NEVER HEARD AT ALL.

OH, MY HEART JUST SHATTERED, AS I CRIED IN PAIN
TWO YEARS, IN SILENCE, AND NO ONE EVEN KNEW,
MY DARLING SON HAD NEVER ONCE HEARD, HIS VERY OWN NAME
OR EVEN ONE OF THE MILLIONS OF MY (I LOVE YOU'S).

OH, YES, A MILLION TEARS WERE SPILLED THAT DAY
AS I PLEADED WITH GOD FOR A CURE,
THE TEARS WERE FOR TOO, THE YEARS TO COME
AND WHAT MY LITTLE MAN WOULD HAVE TO ENDURE.

I GRIEVED SO, IN MY HEART, FOR MY SON'S LOSS
AND PRAYED GOD, "PLEASE SEND ME A SIGN",
"SHOW ME, TEACH ME, GUIDE ME, WITH KNOWLEDGE, FOR THE SAKE OF
THIS LITTLE MAN OF MINE".

WELL, AGAIN, THE MONTHS, FLEW AWAY SO FAST
AND YES GOD SHOWED THE PATH TO SEEK,
AND MY SON BRIGHTENS ALL THE WORLD, WITH HIS HAPPINESS
AND, YES, MY SON CAN NOW SPEAK.

BUT AS OF NOW, YOU'LL NOT HEAR A CONVERSATION
COMING FROM HIS SMILING, TINY LIPS,
HIS FACE EXPRESSES WHAT HIS THOUGHTS CONFIRM
WHILE HE SPEAKS IN HIS LANGUAGE, WITH HIS FINGERTIPS.

HIS PRECIOUS LITTLE FINGERS ARE HIS TINY VOICE
AND HIS EYES, ARE ALSO, HIS EARS,
FOR HE NOT ONLY CAN SEE, BUT HE LISTENS THROUGHOUT THEM
AND RESPONDS TO WHAT EVER HE HEARS.

YES, HIS HANDS, DO HIS SPEAKING
AND HIS EYES, AND HEART, HEAR MY EVERY WORK,
IF "NO, NO'S," HE POUTS, IF PLEASANTRIES, HE GLOWS
AND ACKNOWLEDGES, THAT HE UNDERSTOOD.

HIS LIFE IS FULL OF HAPPINESS, AS HE ALWAYS, WEARS A SMILE
HE AMAZES EVERYONE HE MEETS, WITH HIS WORDS OF SIGN,
THEY'RE POWERLESS TO HIS CHARM, AND SURRENDER THEIR HEARTS
TO THIS LITTLE MAN OF MINE.

NOW, THE ROAD ISN'T ALWAYS, EASY TO TREAD
AND THE TEARS, STILL, SOMETIME FALL
BUT THE LOVE, SHINING THROUGH THOSE BIG BROWN EYES
MAKES IT, CERTAINLY, WORTH IT ALL.

WE'LL FACE EACH DAY, AS A BLESSING FROM GOD
AND, FOR THE HURTLES, WE'LL MEET OUT THERE,
WE'LL SIMPLY BOW, AS WE'VE ALWAYS DONE
AND GIVE IT TO GOD, IN PRAYER.

YOU ASK, "WOULD I TRADE HIM?" NOT ON YOUR LIFE
FOR, OH, HOW HE MAKES MY WHOLE WORLD SHINE,
I THANK GOD, EACH DAY OF MY LIFE, FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
FOR THIS PERFECT, LITTLE MAN OF MINE.

*NOTE FROM MOM

Hunter is an exceptional child, yes, he is deaf, but God has Blessed him with 
a tremendous quantity of perfected traits, one being, the most beautiful, and 
loving, personality, of any child, I have ever known.

This was written for my deaf son, Hunter James, the most amazing, loving, 
sharing, intelligent, and compassionate, and inspiring, precious, innocent, 
and handsome, little man, that God, has ever created. I am truly honored, 
that God has chosen myself, as the mother of "THIS LITTLE MAN OF MINE."

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