Poetry during wife’s pregnancy

A unity of cells create,
Something together but separate.
A piece of each,
Belonging to neither.
A family,
Finally together.


Warnings of work and tedium are best left elsewhere.
We, as expecting parents, know the trials to come.
We read voraciously the advice of those that have come before.
Partially believing, but not giving in to the hints of toil.

We laugh at so called experts.
Our love will get us through.
Ours is different from theirs.
We wanted this more.

We anxiously await that fraternity of parenthood.
Never again to look with longing or anger at another,
When they take a child in their arms.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s