(For Tiny Boo)
Six weeks your limbs stretch after the womb,
Like a butterfly ready for flight;
Six weeks your eyes blink and blink in wonder
At a world of colours and light;
Six weeks your scent fills our hearts
With milky sweet promises of alright;
Six weeks your rosebud mouth crinkled and close-
Maybe that smile will come tonight.
Six weeks we have loved you;
Six weeks watched you grow;
Six weeks we have cuddled and held you so tight.
And six weeks is ended, and yet –
We will always remember. And love you all night.
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