7 Weeks in this World you are now
Your changes are a miracle somehow!
Those shiny big innocent eyes
They say are just like mine,
Your little nose and lips finally have a shape
Those credits your dad can take!
I wait with eager of the time
When I can stop worrying your head won’t incline!
Your head full of hair, oh my!
You make little noises and your little flirty smile.
I often wonder how odd this is
That life has given me the perfect gift!
My little baba how much I love you
As I watch you grow through and through