Bliss.

Bliss.

Monday, July 21, 2025

Blooming Bud.


The little bud blooming within me,

I long to see how you will be.

A tiny version of me perhaps 

With traits from their father too. 


Your beating heart I hear from time to time,

From a tiny pea to a well sized lime,

I feel your growth within my belly,

And sometimes a movement like quivering jelly.


I wish to hold your tiny hands within mine,

Cuddle this creation so perfect and fine.

To have you within me is a gift and privilege,

To share the cord is our precious linkage. 


I await your arrival with joy and hope

No sorrow seems hard to cope

Knowing you will soon be in our arms 

I eagerly await to be smitten by your charms. 


June 2025

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