This is the last month
A childhood disappears
She may look young for her age
But she is brave beyond her years
With the weight of the world on her shoulders
And the weight of a child inside
And it’s the waiting that’s the hardest part
For the boy who cried wolf
And the girl who cried

This could be the last week
But she thought that last week
And she was wrong
When he mentioned getting married
She said “I must he getting along”
He said he loved her
But when he left her
He said goodbye not “see you soon”
And she’s strong enough to say “fuck off”
To the eternal bride and the infernal groom

These are the last days
It’s coming, ready or not
She says to herself
“So far so good
So help me God”

From here to maternity....

This is the first day of the first month of the first year