Poetry

Child on the Way (#369)

For she is the mother of our child,
Sweet as could be and yet a bit wild,
Still, I am lost of how it happened to us,
Now we wed and love forever thus,
Oddly is our union opposite in type,
The fruit of our love now is ripe,
In months my love eternal is sworn,
In months our child shall be born,
Funny how the sudden happens in life,
The bright side- child, marriage, and a wife,
I love my Marsha without a doubt,
So, this is how our marriage will start out.

Any Thoughts?

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