The Ninth Month
Carol Lynn Pearson
Being a duplex,
I have been happy, my dear,
to loan you half the house,
rent free and furnished
as best I could.
You have been a good tenant,
all in all,
Quiet, yet comfortably there,
tapping friendly on the wall.
But I hear
you have outgrown the place
and are packing up to move.
Well, I will miss
the sweet proximity.
But we will keep in touch.
There are bonds, my dear,
that reach beyond a block,
or a mile, or a hemisphere,
born of much love and labor.
I approve the move,
and gladly turn from landlady
to neighbor.
Poem from a client of my dads to give to me.
p.s. last visit, still a 2 and 75% effaced, but the baby has dropped a "little"....GURR!!
I am SO ready for this baby to come!!!!!
2 comments:
Cody and I were talking (randomly, I know) last night about how you sooo don't look like you're 9 months! I kept saying she's still too little! Half of my friends are almost mammoths before they are 9 months, you are a lucky one my dear!
Great poem! I bet you are so anxious. I'm really excited for you!
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