Her Baby

Her belly slowly begins to protrude,

All she can think is "What can I do?"

She's surveyed all her options, yet the thought never came to mind,

She would never cross that line.

On her 3 month check up, she got to look at you,

Seeing your tiny body, what a wish come true.

Never would she have guessed,

That any other feeling would be able to put that one to the test.

But when she held you for the first time,

She knew that it was a sign.

And she burst with happy tears,

Her purpose was clear.

So she promised to love you,

For you were her baby, her one hope and dream.

To her, it doesn't matter that she is a teen.

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