kick, kicking me
in my belly.
Made with love;
the everlasting kind.
You are the steady beat
of a drum.
You are the velocity
of the shooting star that I
wished for you on.
You are the tug of a kite’s string;
strong and random.
Your sweet but sharp jabs
on my growing belly never
ceases to amaze me.
The anticipation of smelling your
little baby head that might be covered
with hair, is like an overflowing cup of
creamy brown sweetness.
The waiting to hear
the shriek of your first cry
clenches my heart.
The yearning of feeling the warmth of
your delicate, almost translucent fingers
wrapped around my thumb
waters my eyes.
I’ll forever be humbled,
that at one time,
our heartbeats rested
side by side.
--Alexis R., Adult