I did not desire you
But you found your way into my matrix
Where you’ll safely nestle up
Until you’re ready to make your debut
Still beats me though
How you pulled that off
Thought I had it all squared
So much for taking “measures!”
My palms get wet, my heart pumps wild,
I ponder what the journey will be:
Merry or irksome?
I question the wisdom of playing sane
My disquietude, barely noticeable,
My disbelief‘s so glaring,
The denial, oh no!
Another ME in the making……..!
And now I tread softly,
Lest I rouse you from rest,
This sweet, sweet sleep,
That I now oh so covet!
When I start to waddle,
Will you cozy up and say, “easy does it Ma?”
Or in my mind’s eye, warm up and whisper,
“Ma…everything will be just fine?”
Will you be the busy bee?
Or the gentle flower that it pollinates?
Will you be like the boiling volcano?
Or the quiet force that can subdue it?
Will I be able to say a French, “bonne arrivée?”
Or make do with a silent “à plus tard?”
Now I’m melancholy,
It’s hard not to be.
In spite of myself though,
Can’t wait for us both to berth,
We’ll pray and say,
“With us is God.”
Dedicated to all women who find themselves with an unplanned pregnancy but who, realizing the sacredness of life, decide to keep it anyway.