The months go by, news comes and goes
And Angela needs bigger clothes
The tiny spark becomes a brain,
The mini heart beats a refrain.
Eight fingers, two thumbs and ten toes
The scan reveals a cheeky nose
Cells split and form new molecules
Those tiny hands are perfect tools.
At six months junior packs a punch
And kicks out - ruining Mama’s lunch!
Protected in a warm cocoon,
It revels in its heated room.
All food provided at no charge
No wonder it is getting large.
Beyond its realm, the real world waits
And wonders which strange family traits.
Have with the Indian pool combined
To form this gem of human kind.
Nature takes its time of course
Three months have still to run their course
Before this miracle arrives
Its gender so far – a surprise!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
Written in October 2013. Thomas was born
on 8th January 2014 so I am now an Auntie!