My Lovely Baby Boy (To My Unborn Son Dec 2010) Poem by Nic Miller

Mistletoe Xmas kisses, gifts and wine
Yet my best delivery will come March day nine

Living nine months inside of the womb
Our skin will soon touch in a hospital room
Vision of perfect health, innocence and beauty
Every finger crossed that is how it will be
Let the bells ring as bands of Angels proclaim
Your wonderful first breath words and step

Boy blossoming and growing to man
A journey I shall nurture and lovingly guide
Both sharing the emotion and fun
You ready for that ride my son?

Bits we shall navigate wrong
Other times we shall steer right
You had better pass your tiny hand, trust and hold on tight.