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The Joy of Motherhood: A Poem To My Unborn Daughter
Vibrant and Beautiful
A Poem To My Unborn Daughter
I learned of your existence one Monday afternoon,
all thoughts immediately abandoned; scattered among the grey
my rational thinking a jumbled disarray of whirlwind enormities,
emotions on the edge, all focus out of sync
enveloped by shock; I balanced on the brink.
Words from mouths washed over me,
incomprehension settled in:
comfortable and cordial; nestled beneath my skin.
And there among the madness, existing all the same
you: my unborn daughter; growing from within.
My deliberations grew vague, dispersed to new abodes
numbing contemplations; distant and indefinite
my comprehension void; a floating abyss,
oblivious to all exteriority, ripening all the while
you: my unborn daughter; my expectant child.
Ultimately the illuminations ceased
succeeded by a blizzard of reality,
a new wave of sentiments crept underneath my skin,
every chamber of my heart swelled with bubbling crimson blood
surging beats of rhythm cascaded through each vein
a gushing river evoking; furiously insane.
I searched frantically amidst emaciated thoughts,
my inner self drowning in unique passions of heightened expectation;
monumental and unconditionally new,
my very being; my mortal soul, swaddled in wonderment,
and the new dawning of my impending fate,
you: my unborn daughter and the vitality you radiate.
To my daughter Riley,
Thank you for your wonder, you have brought the colour back into my life with a great big burst of sunshine :) rainbows :) and bubbles of fun :)
Keep Those Special Memories
© 2012 Gabriel Wilson