Doctor Grandma

(poem for my daughter, May 30th, 2010)

Nine-Month-Pregnant-Belly

Envision a cup of water

Full to the brim,

the top of it rounding over the edge,

Held together by invisible powers that

when touched,

suddenly release the tension,

and the water spills down

like a waterfall.

That is how we are right now,

Expectant, Awake,

with tension building,

the final days of a Pregnancy,

Belly so full with child,

We wait, and we wait some more,

Knowing that soon we will see

who this person is,

and then Love will flow down,

like a waterfall.

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