The day I found out I was pregnant,
I cried
As there was a tiny being growing inside?
But as the weeks turned to months
This tiny being grew and began to move around inside of me,
Feeling every kick and prod from an elbow here
A foot there and even a turn in the air.
At each antenatal they would scan this tiny being that was growing inside,
To see if he or she was doing well
The hospital corridors went on for miles or so I thought.
Until the day they said I would have to go in and have this tiny being, my child
Waiting for the day, that I would hold this tiny being in my arms.
Walking to the hospital window looking out
I could see the mountains either side,
Little houses all lit up.
Oh what a sight.
The day came for the birth of this tiny being, which was growing inside,
To come to this world of mine.
The doctor’s came and wheeled me down to the operating theatre,
This is where I heard him cry, this tiny little boy of mine.
Finally the nurse came and placed him in my arms,
As I gazed down at my boy, my child.
Looking deep into his big blue eyes,
I realized that all my years of waiting for him, had come to an end.
My boy
My angel
My blue-eyed child
My special little boy.
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