Five Weeks


Five weeks is what I was told,
it's too early to see or to hold.
I know that I am still not old,
but now to family I need to be bold.
I am growing every day.
I can't see it from what they say.
But I know that it is there,
soon with little toes and little hair.
week twelve is safe is what they say,
but I want to tell everybody today.
I will just hope that all is decent,
this news is all so recent.
Growing, growing, slow but fast.
In eight months it will come at last.
I can't wait to meet you then,
to teach you the things from where I have been.

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