Senior days, senior night
How I dreaded those daily plights
Pregnant and whiny
Yet so tiny
I felt like screaming out loud
Months pass by
The baby is no lie
My stomach is really huge
Then comes February,
A forever-long memory
My son is actually here
He’s 12 weeks early,
And I’m in a hurry,
To recover and to be with him.
Missing out my senior year
Though enjoying my baby’s first tear
I’ll miss you guys and always will
Can’t think of anything that rhymes with that
Oh and to add, Gabriel is getting fat =D
road trip
15 years ago
1 comment:
cute i love ur poem
Love Mari :)
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