Un ptt poem que jai ecrit le 29/05/08
9 months spent deep inside,
a warm and safe coocoon,
while mommy waits impatiently,
to see him by her soon.
Pink, blue and yellow,
the coulers of his room,
an environment oh so mellow,
not a single inch of gloom.
He eats, he sleeps, he crys,
he wakes up in the night,
he opens arms and sighs,
for me just to hold him tight.
He is my one and only,
my every breath of life!