Nephew or niece, I cannot yet say,
this life grows and glows, will soon crawl & play.
The value inherent is-has-will exceed measure,
no point of non-life, your mother's great pleasure.
What days lie ahead in rearing this child,
we will soon see played out, for hours and miles.
Your uncle John loves you, dear sweet unborn one,
And so did you Father from when you'd begun.
J0hn Hunter Speier
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