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.
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