In four months you’re brought to life
You might be left with my hair
But you’ll have your mother’s eyes
I’ll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can
But for now you’re a scan of my unmade plans
A small bump
In four months you’re brought to lifeAnd I’ll whisper quietly
I’ll give you nothing but truth
If you’re not inside me
I’ll put my future in youYou are my one and only
And you can wrap your fingers ‚round my thumb
And hold me tight
Oh, you are my one and only
You can wrap your fingers ‚round my thumb
And hold me tight
And you’ll be alright
Photos taken with Zsuzsa and Gabor in Alberfalva, Budapest
