Nine months in the tomb he bakes,
Waiting, growing, learning "step = quake".
Noises flowing in and out...
Growing, growing; ears, nose, mouth.
I can not speak yet...
But I hear your words.
I listen to my first lullaby,
Your heart beat and all in-wards.
You make me move with the sound of that special voice.
A deep low growl, that always had a choice.
But no choice to you...
isn't that true?
It was me...
You wanted in you.
The happy growl begins to grow a happy sad...
When I come out...and he's a dad...
He smiles,
Then you too...
Daddy and Mommy...
such a beautiful love to be born into.
Choices for the world...
Weren't the same for you two..
Daddy wanted me just as bad...
As you do.
Ten toes...ten fingers...
You count me up...
Numbers just words for me right now...
More interested in the crowd...
Grand Nana, Grandma, my great uncles and cousins galore...
The flood out the room, straight out the door.
Yet the only eyes mine meet are daddies and yours.
Momma I love you...cant say that quite yet...
But don't you fret I love daddy too...
He is my hero...
But only second to you.
I will be a good boy momma...
I love you to death...
Die with my honer...
But not just yet...
When you are at your lowest...
just picture me.
I will be your new light...
When even live has left me.
I promise you my life till the day I die...
You brought me into this world...
And you lifted my wings so I could fly.
I am your angel for today...
and tomorrow I will be by your side...
This is my promise mommy,
It's in me you can always confide.
