Poem I am using to tell we are prego at Christmas I cry everytime I ready this.
I do not have a face to see,
Or put inside a frame.
I do not have soft cheeks to kiss,
I don’t yet have a name.
You can’t yet hold my tiny hands,
Nor whisper in my ear.
It’s still too soon to sing a song,
Or cuddle me so near.
But all will change come July 26, 2008,
That’s when they say I’m due.
I’m your new grandchild;
I can’t wait till I meet you.
All I ask between now and then
Is your patience while I grow,
I promise I’ll be worth the wait,
Because of all the love we’ll know.
So what I have to give you now,
Is a wish to you from me.
I cannot wait to be a part
Of this wonderful family.
__________________ Heather - Mamma to Gracie & Hallee |