Friday, June 18, 2010

Done Cookin?

"Baby done cookin?" the little boy said,
Wanting to meet the young bump.
"Not for a while yet" the stylist replied,
Laughing to feel her bump jump.
The baby was growing and stretching his arms
Getting all chubby, preparing his charms.
The baby's still cookin', but near draws the day
When "changing" will be de rigeur.
The baby's still cooking for that is his way,
But he's coming quite soon I am sure.

2 comments:

Just said...

Absolutely darling poem. And so exciting!

No Boundaries said...

awwwwww so cute!