I was afraid when your in my womb….
I was thinking if you my child in thy womb….
If your crying loud inside my womb….
I’ve tried to touch my womb sometimes….
So that i can tickle you to make you smile in times….
I try to sing a lullaby to make you child sleep in time….
When the your time to come out….
I cried in joy….
And in my face there is a smile….And say….
How are you my little child….

This poem was written/submitted by maria anna salcedo mirage m@m.

I look at you now, my sweet little angel,
and I cannot believe what i see.
You’re looking back, my sweet little angel,
looking back and smiling at me.

It is such a surprise, my sweet little angel,
how happy you seem to be.
Because I was so scared, my sweet little angel,
at what kind of mother I’d be

But you’ve taught me how, my sweet little angel,
to know exactly what you need
I’m not always right, my sweet little angel,
but you are so patient with me.

I am your teacher, my sweet little angel,
but you’re more a teacher to me.
You are now growing, my sweet little angel,
and growing together are we.

This poem was written/submitted by Ashley Phillips.

Will you bring us happiness?
Or will you bring us pain?
Will the skies be baby blue or clouded up with rain?
These are questions we ask ourselves repeatedly
throughout the day
ever since we realized you were on you way.

Choose any day you wish from
the whole month of July,
when you decide your ready
we’ll all be standing by.

So you’ve chosen the month of August,
to us that is just as well,
take all the time you need,
we can’t wait to hear you yell.

Welcome to the world my fine young niece,
our fears and anticipation are gone.
I was convinced you’d bring us happiness,
I’m glad I wasn’t wrong.

Heaven sent
angelic and sweet
a bundle of joy
so precious and meek

An answered prayer
a soul with a seed
to grow for God
and live for a need

Works of Almighty
from up above
meant to be
meant to love

For you alone
are proof to show
there is a Lord
we all must know

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need.

Then God combined these qualities.
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,

God made the world out of His dreams
Of magic mountains, oceans and streams,
Prairies and plans and wooded land,
Then paused and thought “I need someone to stand
On top of mountains, to conquer the seas,
Explore the plains and climb the trees.
Someone to start out small and to grow,
Sturdy, strong as a tree…” And so,
He created boys, full of spirit and fun,
To explore and conquer, to romp and run.
With dirty faces and banged up chins,
With courageous hearts and boyish grins.
When He had completed the task He’d begun
He surely said “A job well done”

This poem was written/submitted by Nikki.