A Boy Or A Girl
At first you moved,
only a little.
I could always find you,
right in the middle.
Pregnancy is the privilege of experiencing God's miracles on earth. "in my flesh shall I see God". Nowhere is this more apparent than in the experience of a pregnancy. Science has made it possible to witness the baby's growth on a sonogram. Once you see that, there's no turning back. Watching and feeling this little miracle grow inside you, knowing that one day you will hold this child in your hands is one of the greatest gifts that can be experienced.
At first you moved,
only a little.
I could always find you,
right in the middle.
Speechless! I really loved the poem! I'm a teenager who right now has 2 boys and one coming along in April (if God is willing). This poem relates to me in various ways, although I'm on my 3rd...
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Time is moving slowly,
The day is almost here.
The anxiety and joy is building up,
My story is about my unborn grandson to his parents
To Mommy & Daddy
When I enter this world in Mommy& Daddy's Life I hope I can make them forget their worries & strife.
It's really nice...
The bulging belly tells a story
Her naked hand is a cause for shame
She is scared
And alone
I can sense the real art of poetry and l like it .
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You are the unborn child deep inside of me,
like a tiny seed that turns into a tree.
You are the child made out of love, ...
For My Mommy (the cry of an unborn child)
Hello Mommy, this is me, your baby-
I'm just a tiny someone,
I loved this poem so much, it made me cry. I am totally against abortion. No baby should be murdered by its mother. It is sad to see children God has made being murdered. If you can't take...
I Know You Can't See Me
I'm Tucked Away
Close To Christmas Is
My Arrival Day...
This poem is perfect my daugther is pregnant and her Due Date is 12/24/2016.
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A soul is inside me, awaiting a life.
Eyes yet to open with wonder and delight.
A mouth yet to laugh, expressions untold.
To love and be loved, a hand yet to hold.
You come to me with sadness in your eyes,
And tell me we have to talk,
Immediately I think the worst,
'Is it me? Does she want to walk?'
Tiny movements like tiny kicks
Tiny baby, a mother's bliss
Can't wait to give the tiny you
Huge hugs and lots of kisses too ...
Whether you're a little girl
Or a little boy
Just knowing that you're on your way
Fills my heart with joy....
My baby is just like this poem, so beautiful and cute, I love her so much!