I'VE cleaned the house through,

What else can I do?

I have to keep going, find something to do,

It's only 8am, and I'm climbing the wall,

My mind's like a sieve, can't concentrate at all,

I'm up and I'm down,

Fingers tapping, I'm walking the floor,

Was that something I heard? Was that the door?

Nerves jangling, did the phone ring?

This is crazy, it happens every day,

But for us today is "Baby Day".

So here I am sat by the phone,

One ring and I'm there,

Are they OK?

Is it a girl? Is it a boy?

What can I say, what does she weigh?

She's arrived and she's here,

Mum and baby are OK,

I pass on the good news, but they'll have to be quick,

Cos I'm out of the door, feet not touching the floor,

To try to discover who she's like, father or mother,

To hold her, to smell her,

To tell her we love her,

To tell her we will never let her fail,

And say, hello baby Amy,

It's only me... batty granny from Thornton Dale.

Submitted by Sue Cowan,

Thornton-le-Dale

Updated: 10:29 Wednesday, September 25, 2002