Sunday, February 14, 2010

The Shower

so nonchalant
she brushes compliments off
like dust
completely unaware
of her incredible strength

in the curve of her belly
a heart flutters
heels stomp the cha cha
and a new soul is housed, bred, loved

as her fingers tear paper
and lift out all manner of
soft fabric against infant skin
the smile grows

a myriad of accessories slip her grasp
piling a mountain
world of baby everest

the things we can provide
comfort, confidence must come
not from an estrogen crowd
but in the hopeful/fearful/hopeful heart