This poem I wrote for a lady who's baby boy was born asleep 02/08/2004 at 41 weeks of Pregnancy x
I grew inside your tummy,
You felt my kicks and blows.
Sometimes I had the hiccups,
Other times I was trying to reach my toes.
At night time I slept within you,
The daytime was time to play,
I heard the outside world whilst inside,
I heard every word you had to say.
Then at 41 weeks I was born,
Small beautiful and unique,
Finally we met one another,
But sadly I was asleep.
You held me in your arms so tight,
I felt your warm embrace,
And sitting there beside you,
I placed a kiss upon your face.
For even though I had wings,
And my home was with God above,
You were my special mummy,
Who I will always protect and love.
Vicki Wroe, 21. (C)
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