Momma's Poem to Unborn Child at 4 Weeks Pregnant

Teeny tiny ball of cells
Rapidly dividing.
You’re half of me and half of Dad
Becoming all of you.
It is so soon to love you,
But I just can’t help it, child.
You’re what I want so badly.
I long to see you grow.
I long to see your heartbeat,
To feel you kick inside,
To prepare for your arrival,
To welcome you with love.
You are my child even now,
A precious gift from God
So I’ll treasure every day with you
And praise the God of love.