He consumes my mind all day,
As I run around thinking about him,
and what he looks after.
Does he look more like,
his mom or dad?
Blue eyes or brown?
Brown hair or blond?
Will he prefer mommy or daddy?
All these questions pondering my head,
as I smile cheesingly at his little kicks,
and giggle at the memories to be made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem