I'm collecting little things:
blankets, bibs, and tiny shoes.
I have a secret saving place
to tuck away the things I choose.
I hope you'll love my baby...
it's true; he's on the way.
I just hope all will go well...
on his very first and fine birthday.
My family can't believe this
and my boy friend's stunned, it's true.
But I'm your loving mother
and I'll take care of you.
I know it won't be easy,
I'm young; have far to go.
But I'll be a good mother...
I'm sure of that, you know.
A contest entry
- mom and baby by Mrs. C..
1490 points, ended August 21, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Smile... all the while...
Comments
-
thank you this was beautiful
-
This is really sweet it reminds me of when I had Genna I was scared to death it is hard to believe she will be nine soon times just flew by goodluck in the contest much love always
Adding your comment:
