As I look down at
my protruding belly
signs of being
stretched and skin like jelly
there's a brown
line separating at half
inside was your
first home
and I find myself
missing
feeling those
kicks of your tiny feet
and wondering how
you will look like
As I look over
the belly,
there's a thin,
straight, surgical line
through which you
were born into this world
It looks small to
me now,
but something
amazing came out of that scar
Still I keep
wondering
why it had to
happen like that
I've waited days,
weeks, months
to finally see
you; though the waiting
seemed long and
never-ending
it took just a
few moments to hold you close
Let me not forget
your littleness
the tiny fingers
that wrap strongly around mine
the little toes
already eager to run
and how your head
full of hair
fits perfectly
into the palm of my hand
and I don't want the
feeling to let go
You start to
discover the world surrounding you
with your hands
and feet, one kick or stretch at a time
a rainbow of
branches spreading on the sky
you float away in
every direction
with each new
heartbeat
like an eagle you
wait your time
to discover new
heights
On a small thread
of hope we build dreams
like castles; one
thing about time is true,
it moves fast and
forward
My finger touches
your belly button
connecting us -
can't understand
why anyone would
let the connection die
or not appreciate
this miracle of life
which we all are.
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You know, when you make plans and deadlines? Well, it rarely goes as planed. I've had my mind set to write more, but I have a feeling the most productive years are behind me, at least for some time. You think you know how it will feel, but you have no idea. All the feelings and emotions that go on through your mind... but through it all, you love your child and always want to make it better for them than it was for you. To make their lives better and more meaningful. And you wish you could've made more with the time you had, but all we have is now. And to be honest, as everyone knows, now is the most important time.
