By asking for a little Sis*
Mum, Dad and Granny know the score
In no time now they will be four!
She lies there, hidden from our view
What she looks like, we've no clue
A tiny creature in the making
Soon the waters will be breaking...
The miracle of every day
Taken for granted as some say
Is a marvel we can't comprehend
But nine months' waiting soon will end*.
Anticipation is the key
The room prepared, where she'll soon be
A babe at Christmas surely means
Tangible magic born of dreams.
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
*Born 21st December, 2017
* see also: http://poetinthewoods.blogspot.be/2017/08/intuitive-thomas.html
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