The First Baby

The doctor confirmed it, just today.
That which we hoped might be.
It's true, you are really there and, soon,
You will make a mamma out of me.

The Third Month

Today, we reached a mile stone.
You're beginning to show.
I can't keep you a secret much longer.
You have begun to show.

Five Months

What a joy is mine, a special thrill!
You are moving on your own, somehow.
I am more excited every day.
We belong only to each other, for now.

Six Months

This is our time together,
That no one else can share.
You are so completely mine, as I am yours
To love, to protect, and to care.

Eight Months

The months have passed so fast, away.
All's well with you, I am sure.
You are, to me, my little one;
All things sweet and pure.

Delivery Day

Our days have been accomplished.
The pains of birth lies between us two.
In my labor to give you life,
I loose myself in you.

As we sink into the blackness of
Deepest pain, I know that this must be;
To suffer the unreachable depths
That will separate you from me.

It Is Over

I gaze in wonder and adoration
At what I had born this day;
How sweet, so tiny, and so needy ~
So perfect in every way.

As you nestle at my breast,
We sleep content. All is done.
Tears of joy fall upon my cheek as I gaze
In awe, at you, my new born son.

 Sandra Griffin
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