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To My Unborn Child

I sit here almost everyday Thinking how lucky I am you came my way Though things are changing way to fast I know this journey will be a blast At first you moved, only a little. I can always find you, right in the middle. As time goes on Your really starting to grow. Every week its changing I thought it would be slow! People always ask me if your a boy or a girl. I often sit and wonder, how your hair will curl There are so many things I really want to know. But you are hidden deep inside, so the answers I cannot find How much will you weigh? How tall will you be? What colour is your hair? Will you even like me? I hope and pray you feel like you belong. I never want you to feel like you are alone. Your Daddy and I planned you from the start. You, my dear child, were made straight from our hearts. In about 6 months or so We’ll meet you, for the first time For you are the product of your Dad's love and mine. There will be no one like you, Not any place in the world. It really doesn't matter if you are a boy or a girl. We are both so happy That you even exist. The gender doesn't matter. We know you'll be hard to resist. I hope I make you proud, That I am your mother every day. Because, you have filled my dreams In more ways than words can say. It won't be long before I can look you in the eyes. I can feel the excitement growing, I know I'm going to cry. My unborn baby who I hold dear I cannot cant wait until you are here Boy or girl we don’t care Until we meet, your in my prayers I have loved you from the start You my baby have my heart Me and daddy are here waiting Until then we'll have to be patient! Boy or girl your ours no matter what We love you our baby, now and forever xxxxx

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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