In My Cocoon

In mommy’s tummy
Tiny, warm, happy and content
I felt their surprise at the news and felt loved
I heard Mommy singing
Daddy's voice
reactions to announcements
calling out different baby names

Life was good as I practiced
smiling
laughing
giggling
moving my arms and legs
sucking my thumb
doing somersaults
counting my fingers and toes
recognizing mommy's and daddy's voice

And my little body grew in the dark
I dreamt about one day
playing with kittens                      
petting puppies
playing with gold fish and turtles
reaching out to the moon
splashing in a bubblebath
wearing silly clothes
falling asleep to lullabies
and bedtime stories
playing with toys
playdates at the park
learning to walk
learning to talk

learning my numbers and ABC's
climbing trees
chasing butterflies
flying my first kite
touching and smelling flowers
Easter egg hunts
Christmas mornings
I felt so much anticipation and love for my arrival
as mommy rocked me on the big chair by my crib



AP: 3rd place 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Ashley Avatar
October 10, 2017 at 5:06 PM
The symbolism of Easter is ingenious Line. Your poem is totally awesome and I love your intimate point of view, your hopes and dreams and knowing that you were loved - from the warm cocoon of your Mom's womb - just lovely. Enjoyed (as you can tell lol...!) Good luck in the contest! ~ Susan P.S. I just noticed from the last comment that you were born on Easter..! Still ingenious :)
Gauthier Avatar
October 10, 2017 at 8:04 PM
Thank you Susan for giving me so much credit, deserved or not ;-) Warmest wishes from Ottawa.
Rodrigues Avatar
October 10, 2017 at 7:36 AM
Nice one! Loved even before birth. Born on Easter!
Gauthier Avatar
October 10, 2017 at 2:16 PM
Thanks for you visit Kim. Yes I was born on Easter morning... opted to leave the year out for "esthetics" ;-)
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