From the Bump

Though I am not in your eyes to see,
In three months that will finally be.

I have three older sisters and a older brother,
And we all share you our Mother.

No matter what I am your child,
And hopefully the though of that made you of smiled.

In advance I would like to say,
Sorry for the teenage days.

I might be stupid and disobey,
But I know that you'll never walk away.

You owe my Mother and forever so,
And you'll be there to watch me grow.

At the moment I'm barely a pound,
And still I'm yet to make a sound.

You'll be the one to teach me to talk,
And someday the quiet will be so sought.

Some day though I will leave the nest,
But please know that you'll have made me fell blessed.

And I'd like to say to you my Mother,
That I would never wish for anyone other.