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