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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required No larger than a grain of rice, her face is forming; mouth, a slice. Her heart, a tube, begins to beat; at one month, things are imprecise. An inch now from her head to feet. Eyes, fingers, toes: not yet complete. Her neural tube, well on its way. At two months, things look pretty sweet. Four inches long, an ounce to weigh; miscarriage risk drops every day. All parts are present, there to see; at three months, fingers grasp and splay. Her nails and hair seen easily; eyelid, eyebrow, eyelash agree. Four months now and six inches long, the ultrasound clear: she’s a she. Her muscles build; she’s getting strong. You thought you felt her; you’re not wrong. She’s covered with lanugo hair. At late month five, she hears your song. Her fingerprints? Whorls present there. The eyelids part; eyes open, stare. When she hiccups, you may observe. Month six births: viable with care. Refinements to sensory nerves, reacts to light, from pain will swerve. She rarely is reserved or still; month seven, and this gal’s got verve! At five pounds now, she kicks at will. Lungs immature, but they can fill. Eight months, all sharpens, gets refined; You’re on alert, you know the drill. It’s nine months now; she’s quite confined. Delivered, breathes in, and unwinds. Flesh of your flesh, though quite her own; Distinctly her, you’re intertwined. Thrilled that this was selected POTD on 05/15/22
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