A POEM FOR BABY by your mama

Boy or girl it doesn't matter,
All I know is I'm getting fatter.
Morning sickness comes and goes
Soon I won't see my toes.

But it's all good, you will see
For one day soon there's going to be
Another precious hand to hold,
More memories to make as we grow old.

One more personality, unique
One more pair of little feet.
One more highly spirited soul,
One more heart to make us WHOLE.