A miniature person - a version
of you - settles, waiting, with you - mummy.
Soft sounds buffer against the safe shell
and a gentle lolling of amniotic waves
lulls your baby to sleep.
At times you find you weep.
Why wouldn't you?
A high-tech vessel, beyond monetary value,
carrying, like a priceless carriage, a gift of celestial value.
You are wonderful - mummy.
Cherishing these final days,
thinking of the wonderful ways
you'll spend each moment together.
Building memories to remember, forever.
Like a genie, we make a wish:
that all is well for you and your precious life.
For Steph and Dave
Literary killings: I am literally penning a poem every week for a year. Inspiration is taken from various poets (see labels on each poem).
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