Wednesday, August 31, 2005

magic stick

It has been 12 days since the magic stick with two blue lines
after a year of one liners, high hopes, sighs, and whines

A sweet jelly bean is in my belly and it isn't the fruity kind
It's the Scott & Denise DNA jumble that's always on my mind

The days go by like months until we can meet this little stinker
I feel like my heart is already theirs, hook, line & sinker

Little things are slightly different, no coffee, beer or blue cheese
and if I hear something just kinda sad, I ball and flail to my knees

So much more is going to change and I couldn't be more happy
to be suckled from my teets and change diapers full of crappy

To stroll around with friends and family giggling at the silly things
like taking a poop face, crooked smiles and widdle diddle wingy dings

Be well little teeny one and I promise to keep you safe and fed
until we meet I can just dream of you while we sleep snug in bed

With all this new love in my life, my heart is so full and thick
Thanks to my oh so hospitable uterus and my sweetys magic stick

2 Comments:

Blogger cath said...

OMG! I am SO happy for you guys, and what a sweet poem. I got a little verklepmt! Congratulations doesn't even begin to cover it!
XOXO

1:17 PM  
Blogger wissn said...

Om...do I have a magic stick, too? Cause I'm balling and about to flail to my knees! That is the cutest goddamn poem about your jelly bean. I love you, Scott and the magic bean so so much!!

1:22 PM  

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