A soon to be mother’s thoughts, when connecting to the baby in her womb…
The bud that you are, soon to bloom,
As you ramble cherub, all over my womb,
Bouncing and punching without care,
“Safe birth”, my heart pleads in prayer.
And then, as I wonder at your progress,
Do you discern that gentle loving caress,
As I place my hand, tenderly on my belly?
Our quintessence all twined up, already..
Then, I wonder lovingly at your countenance,
Would you have mama’s affable semblance?
Or perhaps, your father’s diligent visage,
Else ways maybe a blend, of both our lineage.
A felicitous epoch, with merry divine illusions,
Life now, revamped into apt eloquent visions,
A yarn weaved now steady, into our zing forever ..
An undertaking, that shall be our finest treasure.
You, dear tyke, are the corollary of our dreams,
Bequeathing our lives with such happy themes!
In unison now, we share a new benign endeavor,
To accomplish your essence, in fine blissful flavors