Boy

klimtpregnant
Who are you
I say and coo
 
Hopes and dreams
Your father and I beam
 
Smiles for miles
As I pick onesie styles
 
Will you turn out to be
More like him or like me
 
May you grow old
And have a heart of gold
 
Marry the one
Whom you love a ton
 
Have children of your own
Be there when they’re grown
 
And look back with joy
As you read to your son’s boy
 
But until then
You’ll be ours and when
 
You come out of my womb
And, again, love will bloom
 
Oh, how very proud
I say out loud
 
To be your mother
As we wait for one another

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