The Space Before Our First Hello

Writing from the Silent Years

A tiny seed begins to grow,
A secret only we both know.
So small and soft, a hidden start,
A miracle inside your heart.

I watch you change, so slow and strange,
A quiet wonder, out of range.
That little heartbeat, faint and sweet,
Makes every thump a joyful beat.

The sickness fades, the sun appears,
I sense you growing through the days.
I see your fingers, toes appear,
I long to hold you though you’re not here.

A gentle flutter, soft and light,
A butterfly in deepest night.
I feel you move beneath her skin,
A love no words could hold within.

Her belly grows, a lovely round,
A sacred space where you are found.
I speak to you in whispers low,
A love that’s waiting to be known.

You kick and turn with playful might,
A little dancer in the night.
I rest my hand upon her side,
And feel you move with joyful pride.

The time draws near, I wait and pray,
For you to come, for that great day.
Each ache she bears, I stand beside,
For soon I’ll hold you by my side.

You’re getting strong, you push and press,
A sweet and lovely restlessness.
I dream of holding you so tight,
And kissing you by morning light.

The final moon, the time is here,
I breathe with hope and joyful fear.
With every push, a cry so new,
The world is blessed because of you.

A poem written during the silent years, simply written for someone precious to me.

(A recovered piece of writing from ages ago, typed exactly as it was written back then.)