Cuddled in pillows and blankets, warm soothing breeze a-wafting,
Down below you are nestled so precious, little bean stay safe, stay floating.
Fingers hover over the womb unassuming, dipping, stroking, yet not touching,
Little bean curls deep below, growing, budding, beating, throbbing.
As the hour grows longer, and the night grows colder,
Fears race through the mind, crashing thoughts asunder.
In tissues and fat and warm ribbons you lie cocooned,
And yet past losses fester unchecked old wounds.
But through the pain and the fears you rise,
I see a tiny head full of hair when I close my eyes.
Black shoes with pink ribbons unfurled,
To my heart those visions are clearer than the real world.
As the night passes, and the day rolls by,
The evening comes bringing with it the shadows of the sky.
Again come the blankets, wrapped by pillows on all sides,
Hope and faith and Love and fear, all crash like the wildest tides.
So I let the dreams wash over my soul, cleansing like a soothing kiss,
Of large bellies, tiny onesies, baby showers and tender kicks.
The night breeze calming and bringing newer imaginings,
Of wonders that never cease, of faith of new beginnings.
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