Somewhere inside a tiny heart beats
full of promise, an answered prayer.
there’s no telling who it is,
that’s a winter blessing months away.
little worries clench our insecure hearts.
we wait for feeling, we wait.
sugar and spice, snips and snails?
one or two in pink? blue?
(such unimportant musings in His plan)
Just please, Lord, please give health.
names whispered and we weigh their sounds.
I search for meanings beyond each
the elder four share mixed sentiments:
why now, so soon, why another?
the swinging moods of each one
(far more than just mommy-to-be here)
as they imagine life with baby
inside, i think, it listens out
wondering of this family it joins
“I am not an it Mommy…
soon you’ll see I’m growing me.”
[Cinco is making his or her snowflake debut this December, Baby Smith…]
Shared with Six Word Fridays with baby on the brain.