singing ethereal songs, floating
in this hollow place within me,
it is you – beginning as
streaming, bumping cells,
simply loved,
uniquely yourself,
now a mysterious, genetic X.
It is you I have asked for over the years,
I have asked for this moment:
a name for an egg;
now a mysterious, genetic X.
It is you I have asked for over the years,
I have asked for this moment:
a name for an egg;
this I asked for
awake in the night.
Source: How Babies Grow in the Womb (Dainik Bhaskar, Youtube)
Today's poem is part of Morgan Dragonwillow's OctPoWriMo, that writing challenge that asks us to write a poem every day for the Month of October. Thank you, Morgan. I have no excuses. Just wanted to share a revised version of the poem I wrote when I learned I was pregnant with my daughter, who now has two amazing daughters of her own.
Tomorrow’s prompt: Cage: Pewter, Silver, or Gold. Why not join in? http://www.octpowrimo.com/
I love this Beth. All about becoming.
ReplyDeleteThank you, though this one was not so easy to write.
DeleteThis is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I waited many years for this dream to become reality, and my daughter is, luckily, close.
Delete