We waited for you, not quite ready.

Until we were well past the baby stage.

Can we go back? How hard will it be?

Do we remember? Can we handle three?

Oh but we were ready when you came.

Immediately, our hearts complete.

The youngest, the smallest, the center of attention.

The last baby.

 

With four parents instead of two.

The first to have a sibling carry and change the poo.

Chasing his siblings, the last to walk.

The first to copy, learning to talk.

Keeping up, ahead of his age.

The last baby.

 

Quick to learn and quick to “Mom”.

Slow to put down and leave your arms.

One more song, one more minute.

Play more, rock more.

Savor every first and last more.

The last baby.