Having a little baby
is something I wanted to do.
Well, my unborn child,
I am having you.
I cannot wait to hold you
and sing a lullaby.
I long to ease your tears
when you come to cry.
And oh the day when you will walk,
will be a day of joy.
I want to hear the voice
of my little girl or boy.
Yet, the thrill that gets me most
is a day that you
will run into my arms and say,
“Mommy, I love you.”

9-24-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
I wrote this for a dear friend who worked with my mom years ago.
She was in her late 40’s, praying to be married and have kids.
The Lord gave her a hubby and a baby on the way.
She asked me to write something to give her baby when grown.