So quickly strode nine months of time,

carried me with lullaby rhyme;

your voice my music,

heartbeat, embrace;

scrutinized ultrasound, said

“There’s his face!”

swung me like a hammock

as you plodded through your day-

lost count of all the times

(for me)You would pray.

Soon came my time of entrance,

fast for you, slow for me-

next the brightness, blurry,

my eyes couldn’t see.

Felt I was home with you from the start,

clutched a finger with my small hand,

cuddles clutched my heart.

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