Baby
He smiles and gently touches my tummy, I see in his big light brown eyes he is thinking the same as I when he touches me there, right there, Right on the sacred space that will secure our baby some day.
With his hands Mapping out exactly where he or she will grow inside, Where some day his seed will reside. Cushioned and protected by my body, which now craves this idea.
He smiles again, seeing the future his eyes, I smile too.
Knowing. Loving. April 2012
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Believe it
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