The Poem
I do not have a face to see
or put inside a frame
I do not have soft cheeks to kiss
I don’t yet have a name.
You can’t yet hold my tiny hands
Nor whisper in my ear.
It’s still too soon to sing a song,
Or cuddle me so near.
But all will change come December
That’s when they say I’m due.
I’m your new son.
I can’t wait til I meet you.
All I ask between now and then
Is your patience while I grow.
I promise I’ll be worth the wait.
Because of all the love we’ll know.
So what I have to give you now,
Is a wish to you from me.
I cannot wait to be a part
Of this wonderful family.
