i am moved, lightly
like dust settling over hair,
like the scent of peonies, heavy
clinging to curtains with long-legged
insistence
later i will hold your hand
marvel at the bones
under thin skin
know what i
have been
becoming
Author notes
soon
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Lovely. This poem is so intimate and "quiet" one feels almost compelled to whisper it. You've captured the anticipation and maternal thrill with grace and beauty. Wonderful read.
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it's so much fun to go back and read these now
thank you.
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so soon.
i can't wait for her to be a teenager and finally be at the right age for you to show her all of these.
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i know. the thought of all the poems that will come between now and then is very exciting too. the ways we are loved and love each other...
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aww....sigh...this is beautiful & delicate, like a baby blanket...
(when I first started writing here, I wrote a really BAD.. lmao.. poem about nursing...damn, I should have not deleted it...it had a few good parts..you might have enjoyed it.)
I bet you are getting nervous & excited all at the same time.....
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haha. i think i'm nesting.
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oh - yes...I think I went through that whole 'nesting' stage..lol! About the last month of pregnancy..my house was so spotless..lol!
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