The One

My baby, my baby as you grow
I begin to show.
People begin to crow.

You will be here soon;
And then everyone will swoon.
It will be of a different tune.

I hear all these hateful words,
They come in as herds.
Please do not fear.

You were my saving grace;
Without you my life was not a safe place.
Your dad will always be our lace.

You are the one.
You brought with you a ton,
Everyday with you is so much fun.

As I sit and watch you grow,
My life begins to slow.
You are so handsome.

I never knew joy,
Until I watched you play with your favorite toy.
My first little boy!

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