Ready To Be Born

Nine Months Due (Poem)

Photo Credit: Brett Christensen

Little child within
Curled
Like a question mark
Who will you become?

Containment
Of dreams
Promises
The future.

Secret world
Unfolding self
Like petals
Opening.

Poised
For birth
Flesh surrenders
To love.

Inhaling
Sweet breath
Soft touch
The scent of YOU.