To My Unborn Son

Before you were conceived,

I dreamed of you;

Then woke to search 

Through rooms, in beds and under cushions.

Frenzied, I would whisper

Where is he?

Until my consciousness reminded me

You were not there.

Now in quiet moments, I feel the flutter

Of your arms and legs inside me

As I pray that you will grow

Healthy, strong, and good.

Soon, I will swaddle you,

Lay you in your bassinet,

And fall asleep to the rhythm of your breath

Until I wake with a mother’s anxiety.

Frenzied, I will whisper

Where is he?

Until I realize, you are there

Filling the vacancy in our home.