Baby MamaA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionThis is a dedication...yessir!She wanted to complete me, said she. I smile and rub her belly, for she's having my baby. Completing me. Like a stream flowing into a river, suddenly everything seems bigger. More than just a mere figure, she stands to understand that this thirty-six weeks will only start to fulfill her. I'm so indebted to her, sometimes it's hard to look at her. The glow in which she shines with, intensifies the light in which her eyes already blind myths. Meaning that birthing (sun) is the most natural gift. I'm so proud that I can say that somebody will carry on, I will create a bond.... the tree has becomed seasoned, the apple(s) soon to exist. What gets higher than this? Responsiblity of raising a beautiful kid, completing me. As her symptoms resonate within me, almost like I can feel his or her little heartbeat, or the kicks from their tiny little feet. I want to record this feeling and blast it on repeat. Present it in HD on a 72-inch flat-screen, a never seen-before scene. Completing me. © 2008 Mr. Deft DictionFeatured Review
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