Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Nice to meet you

Ten tiny fingers Ten tiny toes A tail that lingers And a button for a nose Who would've thought? What could we think? Can we even process? That we're at the brink? So many changes Such little time A cherub is floating In a womb so divine We're waiting with open arms And hearts and are full Full of anticipation To meet the person that is you

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