My son being diagnosed with a terminal illness.
This poem was written when I was in my third trimester and getting ready to have my first child at the age of 21
Before you were born, we celebrated. We baked a cake And decorated. We talked of the joy you would bring, Of nursery rhymes And baby things. We gave Mommy gifts, Ooh and aahed at her form To show you we loved you Even before you were born. (c) Jeannie K. Markech All Rights Reserved Comments […]
Written for my first baby. Waiting with anticipation and excitment.
My poem is a poem from a baby in her mother’s womb to her mother. I wrote it for my mother this Mother’s Day as a gift of love. I hope that it will touch your heart.
Waiting for conception, for pregnancy, for parenthood.
I wrote this poem when I was pregnant with my baby Savhanna. She is now one year old.
Feelings of growing baby.