Mother's Day

The nine months it takes, The kicking, the hiccups, and midnight wakes, To finally know that it's your water that breaks, To hear the sound that your newborn makes. You finally bring her to her new home, The place that, when she grows, she'll roam. The place you'll wash her with a bubbly foam, A place she'll run to and call her own. She will grow into a beautiful child, Where she'll go to preschool and go wild, But when she gets home, she'll be calm, She'll crawl onto your lap and call you 'Mom'. She will then blossom into a teen, When her hormones will range from nice to mean, Her love for you will always be seen, From you and your husband, she gets that gene. All of these changes are coming your way, So, I hope you have a HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!