Nine Months

I am aware of changes; my body speaks with subtle voice. Months will pass with none perceiving, time to make a choice ... time ... and, then, one day you stir inside me, fragile wings brush my womb; suddenly, you are real and human, a tiny soul that will be heard. Still, selfishness says that there is time ... I can wait. I teeter on decision's peak while rich blood nourishes and you flourish beneath my breasts. In quiet moments, I whisper ... imagining a little face, falling in love while I wait, though the world I bring to you uncertain is. I waited. Now, you are here, lying upon my chest. Your life was my best choice. Copyright, January 24, 2016 Faye Lanham Gibson