Half Way …

Meditating Mother, Needle Felted Doll, 2004

It blows my mind, that’s all that I can say.

That you decide to kick and roll and play,

and still there’s room for you to hide away

when pressing hands disrupt your rhythmic day.

Your heartbeat racing just as if you’d grow

up now, but you must wait, just bide your time.

You twist and turn and rest within my womb.

Savour this, the last taste of the sublime.

So much unknown, so much yet to reveal

about yourself and who you might become.

No needles, tests or scans that try to peel

back layers of your being, little one.

I’d like to know, of course! But I must trust

that you, our little wrapped up mystery

know more about what’s right for you than I,

and when the time’s right you will come to me.

Jennifer McCormack, Feb 2010

 

 

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