Four weeks gone and I can't see you yet
There is no trace of my little baby inside of me
Only fifteen years old but not regretting a thing
When you, my little babe are born I am going to cherish you so much
Just as my mum did with me
Five months gone and my tummy is expanding quickly
I tenderly place my hand on you
And ignore the disgusting looks I get from judgemental onlookers
Because I am going to be a mother and I am proud
Seven months gone and I am decorating the nursery
Yellow walls and a pure white cot
Tears of joy roll down my rosy cheeks
As your daddy puts an arm protectively around us
Nine months gone and I am screaming in agony
But the thought of you is keeping me going
I squeeze daddy's hand as I push you into the world
They hand you to me in a blue blanket,
My precious, perfect little boy
Ten tiny fingers and toes
With your mummy's eyes
And your daddy's nose.
We will love you forever
And always know this
I do not regret keeping you
You're the reason that I breathe
Your daddy and I will look after you
For as long as we both shall live.
