A Baby Kick

Please forgive me.
I did not mean to smile
at an inappropriate moment during your story.

I won't attempt to explain it
but how shall I contain it?
I fear you'd merely find my exclamations boring.

So I keep the thrill of my emotion
down to waves of inland oceans
and think on it later when I'll appreciate it fully.

See as I sat there lis'ning
to your confidential questioning
A thing occurred inside me I can only name as holy.

It was not your tone of voice
or your lovely word choice
that made me hold my breath in stunned, still silence.

(Although I find you most intriguing,
and your story filled completely
full of romantic interludes and violence.)

It was something beyond wonder
that made me stop and ponder
What meaning my life has or ever will.

My son, so small and carefree,
in that hidden spot inside me
Leapt and twisted, turned and kicked and had his fill

Of all the spaces I have not seen
that God has shaped inside me
Just for you, my little boy, my unborn child.

So for now it's just between us,
exploring places made to fit us;
When you adventure there, at inappropriate times I smile.