12 Weeks

Song of Your Growing

2.8 inches crown-to-rump,
our small, red peach floating
transparent, fuzzy skinned.
I wonder how much you will change
me. I won't just give birth
to you, but to myself
as mother. Our new life.
Even more I wonder how
you will change my relationship
with him?
That love central to my being.

At the Mexican restaurant,
between tacos and flautas,
laughing with friends
he placed his hand on my belly.
"That's the first time
you've done that."
He smiled.
Inside, your eyelids are fused shut,
but could you feel?

Perhaps you placed
your thumb in your mouth
to practice satisfaction
as we practice our connection
with touches.
So many necessary things to learn:
breathing in mock motions,
drinking sips of amniotic fluid,
growing into our fragile piece of eternity.
We refine ourselves for
what we will become together.