My Little Man
Little feet dancing in a dark abyss
Little hands swimming for something to hold
As they meet, toes and fingers intertwine
I wonder if a smile appears on his face?
There's security in this dark haven
Comfort in the muted sounds he hears
Comfort in the dim lights he can't make out
Yet I wait, selfishly, to take him from this...and help him find comfort in my arms
I sing to a little man I cant' see
I feel him inside of me, taking over my heart
I allow my hands to glide across my skin and dance with his kicks
As strange as they are, I treasure these moments
Staring at distorted pictures of something yet to be seen
Speaking to someone yet to be heard
Loving the personality of someone yet to be known
I wait-anxiously-to hold my little man and know...he's my life
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, July 22 2009, 02:11 am|
Mommy-to-be! Congratulations LinZay! I know your husband is just as proud. Are you nervous? Anxious? Excited? Or all three?
|LinzAy (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, July 22 2009, 03:53 am|
:) Thanks! I am definitely all 3....hubby and I haven't been together for a year and a half. It's a new journey I am taking on my own!! Very scary.
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