Cooing parent,
Blooming with life,
Stroking rounded belly
Gentle hands over curves
That so slowly expanded,
In the nine months of
Miracle developing.
A perfect little one,
From within, come
Impatient little kicks.
Eager, frail, tiny life curled,
Waiting for the outside world.
Eager now for those bigger places,  
Wanting the bigger spaces outside.
Listening, yet not fully understanding,
Soft whisperings and the soothing voices,
To calm the tiny and impatient little kicker
Cooing and whispered lullabies, drifting
Along with  steady mothers heartbeat,
Its not time yet. Patience darling one,
I’ll  show you the world you want,
In but a few short days more.  
Hush my little infant child,
Sleep soundly,
‘Til you  are
Born.