My stomach grows
I feel him kick
Just for a moment
He does it quick
The dirty porch
It’s rickety chair
It’s thick and hot
In the summer air
Sweat beads down
My growing tummy
It’s worth all the days
That I feel crummy
I remember when
You were just a wish
A simple thought
Or a prayer I just couldn’t get
I place my sticky hand
On this round belly
The day we found out
Knees felt like jelly
The dirty porch
I ran around on as a kid
You’re first steps
You’ll here take as I did
The way I ran
Down the cement stairs
My father chasing me
Sweaty in the summer air
Touching the grass
In my bare feet
The sound of the locusts
Loud in the summer heat
Lay down, he’d tell me
Listen to the birds sing
It was like just for me
Their voices would ring
We’d take a nap
Awake in ants
Running off
The summer plants
He’d carry me inside
In his strong achey arms
Lay me down on the porch swing
Listening to summer’s charms
He’s long gone now
But a cardinal visits
All the time
He sits on the spigot
Remember its cool water
I’d run through your hair
How you’d close your eyes
In the hot summer air
Oh my child
I say to you
It’s all but a memory
I still cling to
Now it’s my turn
To give you those moments
To soak in the times
And the feelings that’s potent
And as I think this
The cardinal stops by
Reminding me he’s here
And watches with an eye
Hello my child
I can hear him say
I can’t wait to watch
The grass you’ll two lay
Don’t for a second
Think you are lonely
You and your baby
Plus me you’ll be wholly
About the Creator
Amy
Writer of my thoughts and emotional babble. Storytelling is my hobby.


Comments (2)
Amy, this is so beautiful. I wonder why so many of us see our loved ones in birds that come to us. Maybe we all dream of flying in the next life, or maybe birds are the only ones truly free
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