I do not have a face to see,
or put inside a frame.
I do not have soft cheeks to kiss;
I don’t yet have a name.
You can’t hold my tiny hands,
nor whisper in my ear.
It’s still too soon to sing a song,
or cuddle me so near.
But all will change come July 1st,
when they say I’m due.
I’m Baby Ontiveros;
I can’t wait to meet you!