I knew and loved your mother once
For a year—well, nine months
In the special way she knows you, too,
From deep inside, with feelings new.
She feels your moves, your jabs, your kicks.
Sometimes she'd swear your doing tricks.
You're in her womb and in her heart.
Yes, she has loved you from the start.
From Em's size we know you're growing.
Because of you her face is glowing.
Waiting patiently is Curt, your dad.
When you arrive he'll be so glad.
Grandmas, Grandpas, Uncles and Aunts
Are set to sing our Welcome Chant,
With open hearts and outstretched arms,
Embracing you with all your charms.
Cute and smart, a little stinky,
We'll be wrapped around your pinky.
Bat your lashes and wink your eye
It's doubtful that we won't comply.
Please let Mom sleep. She needs her rest.
For soon you'll put her to the test.
We all are eager, can you hear?
Just don't be late for your premier.
I hope this doesn't go to your head,
I hesitate, but it must be said.
Of this we're sure, we don't mean maybe,
Survey says, “You're one special baby.”
Love, Grandma Peggy Niksich
April 16, 2011