My daughter and grandson when she was expecting. I wrote the poem in thinking of how my grandson was with his mom at every Dr. visit and how he acted with her. He would raise up people's shirts with big tummies and say baby?. The poem reads: I hug you, I kiss you, I've even felt you move. I've seen your little picture, I've heard your heart beat too. They say you are a boy and have given you a name, but I call you baby and think all big tummies are the same. Mommy's tummy is so big and I'm nearly two. I hug her, I kiss her while we tenderly wait for you. Big Brother
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