My baby

My baby

You hid in a cocoon

Whilst I was sick way past noon.

How hard not telling a soul

When your head is by the toilet bowl!

You started peeping out,

My slim figure, at first, becoming stout

Then filling up as you grew in me;

I was proud of my bump and me.

At last, I felt the first flutter.

A sign, after which I would mutter:

‘I love you baby bear’,

‘I’ll take care of you, I swear’.

Apprehension before scans,

The gleeful relief of good news.

What a joy to tell her grans,

The online post got all the views!

But I got scared at times

And was concerned sometimes.

Would everything go well?

It is so hard not to dwell.

Finally, the day came

Our birthdays, nearly the same.

A final push, you appear,

And the whole world can disappear.

I thank in earnest the heavens above

It’s just You, me and my love.