Running errands and talking on the phone,
I am pleasantly reminded that I am not alone.
Little tiny hands a precious rounded knee,
pushing and twisting that no one can see.
O sweet child kicking up your heels,
it's our little secret that only I can feel.
I look forward to your birth,
when I can kiss your skin.
But for now I will just smile,
as I feel you play within.
Written By,
Shirley Loftis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a sweet drop! ! Liked it.