Mummy to a boy
Across the floor now lie 'choo choo trains,'
Where once before lay Daisy Chains,
Paper planes that once flew;
A scattered scene of all things blue,
Up the staircase footprints climb,
To a bedroom where soft songs chime,
Lullabies play and stories told,
Listened to carefully by our three month old.
A wardrobe of blue baby grows,
Next to blue outfits hung up in rows,
With vests and bibs and baby mittens,
Arranged by parents who are smitten.
Boxes of gifts for a baby boy,
Inside are clothes, books and toys,
In a vision of blue never did I think,
I'd ever get to buy something other than pink.
I embrace the chaos; I love every minute,
Of having a son and all that goes with it,
I'm ready for dinosaurs, even cars maybe,
But for now I'll enjoy my young baby.
Vicki Wroe, 26 (c)
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