A tiny seed, A little form
A fetus, a baby boy
This is how your baby transformed
This is your bundle of joy
He has your heart beat
Has your stress
Maybe dad’s feet
Or sense of dress?
He has not walked
But has traveled with you
He has not talked
But knows you
He is a piece of you
Big yet small
You’re going to be on cue
Whenever he may fall
He is within you
Yet further than the moon
You’ll hold him in your arms
Very soon
As we pay for you
Do not fear what lies ahead
Your husband will support you
In that hospital bed.
Then you bundle will arrive with a cry
And everything will be just okay
Soon enough you’ll teach your baby to fly
To soon comes the next birthday.
Growing, growing, big too quickly
crèche then school... blink.... and it's time for university.
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