Quiet Whisperings

As a tenant in you mothers womb,

You always recognized my voice.

Restless you would fidget,

As though you had no other choice.

Softly, I would suggest into you mothers side,

That it was time to relent, relax, and abide.

Your day of birth approaches,

But your lifes already begun.

Many good times you will spend,

Singing your lifes song.

Do not imagine a hurry,

There is not but time ahead.

Siblings will follow,

And by you they will be led.

So do not worry your little spirit my dear,

Allow not your heart to fret.

Just take time and rest now,

My sweet, sweet Cozette.