Just the other day I lost sight of myself
Beneath my rounding belly
Except with a mirror
I would not reappear
Despite all my efforts at bending.
For what have I lost sight of myself
And why do I not miss it more?
For my growing boy
I attempt to enjoy
This giving of myself to him.
This includes the space in my belly
And will soon include a space in my home.
And I will give
Anything to live
Watching his life eclipse parts of my own.
Laura, This is what I have been waiting for. . . your poetry! Thanks for sharing- I love stepping into your world as I read your writing.
ReplyDeleteMy heart is full,
Auntie Lissa