Listening to the Heart Beat
Now, at the end of the first trimester,
You and your doc listen to the beautiful heartbeat,
The thrum, thrum, thrum,
The rush, rush, rush,
The busy pitter-patter of 140 beats per minute.
This kid sounds already like a sprinter,
A girl or boy in a hurry.
It is a beautiful music,
Makes my heart sing—
A chorus, along with you, with Ed,
With all the choir singing
Hallelujah!
Bob Coughlin
February 2, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Poem for My Daughter Julia, Her Husband Ed, and the New Baby
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Bob Coughlin poetry,
Julia Coughlin,
Julia Kleppel
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