The Waiting Game (4 Birth Of A Child) Poem by Luke Easter

Shari-Danielle, yes that’s my name,
Right now I’m playing the waiting game,
Mommy Joyce and daddy Luke,
Just can’t wait for me to fly the coup.

How much longer will this last?
Mom can’t wait for nine months to pass,
Daddy Luke, he wants the same,
He’s tired of playing the waiting game.

I’m not trying to hurt mommy purposely,
I hope she doesn’t try to take it out on me,
When I come out, mom told dad,
She’s not going to spare the rod when I act bad.

Dad told mom that’s not going to happen,
On her bottom there’s going to be no slappin,
Let’s just her be a kid,
Doing the things we once did,

Runnin, jumpin and acting insane,
It’s all a part of the children’s game,
But mom’s upset and rightfully so,
Cause I’m kickin her behind and won’t let go.

Please understand mommy that in your womb,
It’s cramped in here and I need more room,
Mom and dad you both are tall,
This space in here is much too small.

That’s why I kick and fuss and fight,
And keep my mommy up all night,
I love you mommy I really do,
I wouldn’t do anything to try and hurt you,
This little rap with a story to tell,
Was brought to you by Shari-Danielle.