My heart sinks into my stomach
as I realize that I am vulnerable.
This precious gift that I hold onto
with every breath, every sip of water,
every vitamin, and every heart beat I
imagine I hear… I could lose it
and already I love it. I have this
unimaginable attachment to a person
I haven’t met yet. I do not know how
the words flow from your lips yet,
I don’t even know your name yet
and yet… I love you.
I try so hard to relax – you are okay,
I tell myself. As all is in Nature’s hands
and in that I must trust but still…
I am vulnerable. As love overflows
through my skin and pours into puddles
because I am overwhelmed by the presence
of something so beautiful that at the young age of
16; starving, I never thought I would experience.
Little life form that I will forever be responsible for…
You are a mere 7 weeks old (in utero; does it count?)
and yet already I worry about you; struggling to keep calm
when I think about how easily it could be
for you to vanish beneath my skin…
Love; I suppose this is it.