A flutter, fleeting
A dizzy swoon
I felt life there
Where you grew
Miraculous pod
Tiny alien
Sweet parasite
I wanted to watch
Your fishbowl life
Hand waving, thumb sucking
Little swimmer
Tiny acrobat
But wombs are not windows
So I patiently rocked
You in my belly
While you stretched
And flipped
Expanding my middle
And I waited
- - - - - - - - - - - - NButterworth
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Oh Nancy, this piece is wonderful! As a father of six, I watched the belly grow larger but in the second person. I cannot imagine the feelings a mother has, but you have brought us all close.
Thank you Kelly...Sometimes it seemed as if my body wasn't my own but what joy! And it begins again with grandchildren.