Part I

 Part I

I wonder,

Does she feel the depth of my tears from inside,

She's the first of my future to reside

In what was once a lonely womb

Barren of movement; kicks and twirls

I'm now a playground of acrobatics

But she freestyles, any time,

Her rumbling performances are far from systematic

But she responds to my voice and even my touch

Playing games as she retaliates to each of my prods,

It's all happening inside me; this growing life,

However, I'm yet to really touch her

And hear her breathe

Smell her skin

Admire her eyes

I'm yet to hear her voice

Although she hears mine every day

She has access to the world

Hearing the laughing, shouting, moans and groans of those

who love her before her story's even been told.

She may soon start to see light,

Which is a concept that baffles me

As my skin is not see-through,

It does not make sense.

I long for the day when she really sees light

In shaa Allaah, taking on the world and its wonders

Through the power of sight

I'm desperate to meet her

And cuddle her close

Cradling her to my breast

Reminding her that the heartbeat she memorised

Comes from my chest

She's already impacted my life in so many ways

Not all of them positive, I'll have to say

But dreaming of the day she arrives

Is enough to put these minor issues at bay

Written in the summer of 2016 during my third trimester of pregnancy with my firstborn.