Baby

I stood sick and looked through the door
And saw the red rose whose petals and leaves were dried
I felt I was not the one how I was before
I felt I was like the dry rose and with pain I cried

With a new life in me I was happy but I was very sick
With the sickness I was tired but still I had the desire
To feel the little movements , the sweet little kick
To hear the giggles, to see the little one dance and cheer

With my long sickness and pain I sometimes become unhappy
This had made me feel sometimes , why to take pain for such long time
But the little movements in me made me to dream and happy
Now I wait for the day to see the little life, to dance, and sing rhyme


I'm waiting for the moment to see when the two love become three
I'm waiting to see how it's papa love,cuddles and care and pamper
I'm waiting to see sweet little plant, I will water to grow it to a tree
I'm waiting for the new gift, I am waiting to soon meet the new member