My Baby

As time goes by,
I kow this child grows,
Inch by Inch,
This baby knows,
My lil baby that shall be born,
Soon enough I will understand the meaning of motherhood,
As time flys by,
I am understanding this baby,
As I wonder about him or her inside of me,
My baby,
My child,
I am glad that you are mine.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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