Baby Time Again
I love you
when you're pregnant,
I love you when you're not.
I love you
when your hair's a mess,
and your shirt is smeared with snot.
I
love you when you're slim and trim,
and your figure looks real
fine.
But most of all I love you dear
because you're mine, all
mine.
Your shape and size counts little,
when I look upon the group,
of
happy, smiling faces,
that's grown into a troupe.
The love and joy
you've helped create
is worth the suffering and the pain.
A big
round stomach sounds just great,
and so the answer to us both is
growing very plain.
Move over baby Nicholas it's baby time again !
(c) 1998 C. W. (Chuck) Aldridge
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