Nine Months

For nine months I wove garments of soft wool Each knot I wove ,is wrapped in endless love Dreaming of holding you ,caressing you in my lap How would It feel to touch your soft lips? How would it feel to touch that baby skin? What emotions would that first look, evoke in me? Dreaming dreams of you, counting each day going by Trying to figure what your each movement is conveying Just be sure baby, that your mother is waiting for the “9” writers contest.