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A little poem...

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 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 October 6th, when they say I'm due.
For I'll be your son or daughter when I finally meet you.



Ok there it is, I can't hold it in any longer.


Baby Jones is due this fall :)