Your Baby

Nine months is a very long time From the day of conception When a new life is created The waiting begins So does the hope and planning All climaxing in hours of labor When that little boy or girl comes They burst into the world Taking their first breath Then they start crying their lungs out But, when they open their eyes and look at you At that moment stress becomes happiness And your son or daughter becomes your life © Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXIV LRET