Tuesday, January 3, 2012

A short poem to my unborn.

You're late!
You must be as stubborn as your father
or is it your mother?
Waiting til tommorrow, are we?
Keeping us anxiously waiting

But the bags are packed
filled to the brim
clothes and knick knacks
groceries and snacks
So come when you will

There's be plenty of time
to look at pretty American girls
and eat delicious Korean food