When we were first expecting, it was
All so strange and weird;
I couldn’t even count the many
Things we hoped, or feared –
And we were still so young, but yet
We did the best we could –
With so much raw emotion, and
So little understood.
The years go by, and knowledge fails,
Or takes on whole new shapes:
And bitterness becomes the norm,
The taste of sour grapes –
But as back then, so we are now.
New life will soon take birth —
And we have much to learn, and far
To travel on this earth.
To you – the girl, the woman, and
To me – the boy, the man —
To know there’s much we will not know,
But still, to always strive