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by adele Jan 11, 2007 category : Life, society / other
Last night I thought about you something I never do. I dreamed about your small hands and I swear I felt you grow. My tiny little baby all sweet and lovable. Still just a small thing protected in my womb. I feel you in my tummy and its only three months past. I still wonder what you'll look like when the time comes at last. I have named you already though I know not what you are. Formed of love and tenderness you took away my scars. I'll never let you hurt as bad as I once upon a time did. My tiny little precious thing my little baby Vete. Now daddy he does love you but he's scared of what you bring. Big tough man afraid of this little pretty thing. Don't worry about a thing. my baby Don't worry about a thing. It is only love you bring This is dedicated to my unborn child. Its supposed to be read like a lullaby. (c) copyright 2007