I found this on the back of a March of Dimes newsletter.
As I love you through the glass, the hours seem so slow to pass
I stroke your skin and hold your hands, this isn't exactly what I planned.
I cast my eyes up to the sky and say a little prayer
That you and I will stay strong and all will provide loving care.
So sleep and grow, my baby and dream of clouds of foam
And I will love you through the glass until you can come home.