Oh Son how you’ve molded me.
From the small flutters, to little kicks, to big hits, and lots of fits!
Oh Son how you’ve rearranged me.
From staying to one side, to my numb paralyzed limbs, to thinking fast on my feet.
Quick catch him so he doesn’t feel defeat, oh my Son I loved cuddling those little feet.
My Son how you’ve defined me.
From soon to be, to patient in a sterile room. Kings mommy, that’ll be me soon.
My Son how you’ve groomed me.
From prenatal chalk, to weekly visits, crying from shots you received, to finally holding you without the machines.
Oh My Son!
How you’ve created me.
From a young girl, to a woman, a mother. Yeah, that’s me, no other, just me.