'Tis days before labor
And I must confess
I have survived 39 weeks
And I've grown tired of this mess.
The house has been cleaned,
The laundry is done,
The room is all ready
And waiting, as it turns out, isn't much fun.
The car seat is ready,
I even found the time to pack!
It appears that we are prepared
With only a name that we lack.
We are growing quite anxious.
Everyone would like to see
You, your face, fingers and toes
The wonderful little person you will turn out to be!
1 comment:
Erin's a poet and didn't know it!
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