Friday, 30 September 2016

I Am Not Alone

Running errands and talking on the phone,
I am pleasantly reminded that I am not alone.
Little tiny hands, a precious rounded knee
pushing and twisting that no one can see.
Oh sweet child kicking up your heels,
it is our little secret that only I can feel.
I look forward to your birth,
when I can kiss your skin,
but for now I will just smile,
as I feel you play within.

- Author Unknown


LSEP said...

Nice... and what exactly is it you are you baking?

A.J. said...

You do know the expression "bun in the oven", no? :P

Sister in the Mid-west said...

What a sweet poem! Does this mean a, "Congratulations!" Is in order? If so, I am very excited for you! :)