My Baby, My Baby.
As the days pass
and my belly extends further,
I grow more and more excited
by your coming arrival.
My Baby, My Baby.
The boy clothes and things
begin to accumulate,
hand-me-downs from our extensive community,
as I open your drawer and run my hands over cute outfits and tiny shoes.
My Baby, My Baby.
I rub my belly, feeling instinctively into your growth,
at 26 weeks, you are now hearing our voices as we move about our day-to-day.
Your flutters and kicks, sometimes your elbow to my belly,
keep me on my toes,
my baby, my baby.
And, still, I don't know how life will bee once you arrive.
I can't imagine what you'll bee like or how you'll look.
(Although, your Dad seems to know.)
When people offer ideas, I simply respond with a "We'll see."
And, I'll bee happy to see you however you are,
my baby, my baby.
For now, however, I keep taking it moment by moment,
and day by day. Content to let you bake a little longer,
I beelieve in the power of my womb as well as the spiritual connection between us.
My Baby, My Baby.
My Soul knows who you are for we have spoken many times
- in my dreams and with a pendulum.
I know that you are happy, well taken care of, and that you are fond of your new birth name -
Cahlo Re Moon.
I also understand that come the Fall Equinox a smooth labor will deliver a healthy and robust You.
Until then,
my baby, my baby,
I trust US.
