A Tiny, Tiny Baby

Here is a poem I wrote late one night after thinking about what it must be like to be a baby in the womb. Well, we've all been there, and we don't really remember it, but all of our first explorations and discoveries about this world were made there. We didn't understand anything, but we trusted our parents, especially our mother. This poem is about some of the first 'discoveries'.

A Tiny, Tiny Baby

I’m a tiny, tiny baby,
It’s dark, and I am moving.
It’s so comfy in mom’s tummy,
So warm and safe and soothing.

I’m a tiny, tiny baby,
So small and weak, but learning
How to move my hands and legs and feet-
Oh look! Now I am swimming!

I’m a tiny, tiny baby
Every part of me is growing
I can hear my mommy’s voice
All without her knowing

I’m a tiny, tiny baby,
At peace, and I am playing
I kick and cuddle, and move so fast
My favorite thing is twirling!

I’m a tiny, tiny baby
But not so tiny anymore,
This place is getting too small for me
I need to find a door!

I’m a not-so-tiny baby
I’m upside down and waiting
For mommy to be ready
Now shhh! I hear her praying.

I’m a not-so-tiny baby
I can’t wait a minute more
Everything around me’s moving
Mommy’s opening the door!

I’m a not-so-tiny baby
I struggle and I squirm
It’s very bright and noisy
But Daddy’s voice is firm.

“Keep going-“ I can hear him say
“His head is almost through!”
Oh what a wonderful, happy day
To meet dad and mommy too!


I’m a not-so-tiny baby
Cold, and covered with goo
But mommy takes me in her arms
I hear her softly coo-

“Welcome, little one,” she says
I try to snuggle closer
Then suddenly, I feel her breast
I drink, and hear her whisper

“I love you…”