Poem about a pregnant woman


Expecting...

My beautiful baby boy, not yet born
The product of my love
The son of my desire
I feel him moving, stretching, growing
He is a blooming flower
Already my pride and joy
My soul is cleansed and my body is rested
A blanket of purity surrounds me
Protected by a higher power
Safe in the womb
My beatiful baby boy, not yet born



Poetry by Angela Dawn
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Written on 2008-04-28 at 03:45

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Elle
Nothing can really take the place of knowing you are carrying your child inside of you - that absolute togetherness

Elle x
2008-04-28