Baby Pickle

My spouse and I are in a stew

For next month the baby is due.

With not a relative living near

To have them all about is our fear.

All of our parents and grandparents too

All wanting to see the baby who’s new

[Author's note: not necessarily chronologically next, but it does summarize oneof my fears surrounding the birth of our first child. The house was small and being only children meant this was the first grand child (and great-grand child on my side) to be born!]

The End

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