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
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