by Sita

Created on: May 18, 2010

We've grown cramped, my little one

Around eachother. Feet and arms and ribs and legs

Entangled. And neither of us comfortable.

 Yet I know one day soon, I will miss those feelings

Those kicks and jabs and rolling waves

In what used to be me, but now seems to be

Mostly you.So small and yet somehow

You seem larger than life, inside my heart

And sometimes-  at 3 am, with six pillows-

Inside my belly.

 Someday soon, we will forget

Our wars for space, and instead of counting kicks

And analyzing abstract bumps

I will count tiny toes. I will look at you, hold you

In my arms instead of my womb

And I will tell you, "my little one,

"Welcome, to the world."

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