Nine Months

Nine months, we plan and wait

For that precious gift from above.

Nine months, we anticipate

A sweet sister to love.

 

But Wait! Tis not a girl

Instead a beautiful baby boy!

John Alan, you put us through a wirl,

But because of you I jump for joy!

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