38 Weeks
Anticipation beats through my body
like a persistent drum.
Both fear and excitement live here.
The butterflies in my stomach
dance through the days
as they build and build momentum.
Who will you be my love?
Ten fingers and ten toes
your small breathing against my skin
will be like water for a thirsty heart.
What will you look like?
Will you have your father’s eyes,
my round face?
Your first cry will break through
the surface of mysterious waters
opening a door where I am
reborn into a new role,
forever changed in the breath of a moment.
I wait,
my heart pulsing in
your small un-revealed hands.
