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First trimester-
by Jolie JordanI wallowed in the brilliance of thursday morning,
cupping my emerging stomach with my hands
thinking how much safer I felt
now that you're here with me.
My eyes used to dream up my future-
circling around the many significant points.
friends.. marriage.. and then, the youth.
but now that I've traded in my loud nights,
for quiet mornings and early evening sleep-
I just look at the ink consuming my ankles and smile.
My once perfect figure
which I used to lure in many probing eyes
is caving in to accompany you, and only you,
with no room for anyone else.
Before this,
I was hollow and would have never agreed with this situation.
but I will settle my toes into the dirt
and anticipate your arrival
with open palms and a light heart.
I will, I will. 06/21/2004 Author's Note: I'm writing a series divided by the three trimesters for my friend who just gave birth to her baby.
Posted on 06/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 06/26/04 at 07:26 AM Joile, This is beautiful. Seriously, she is so lucky to have someone like you do something this sweet for her. Best of wishes to all 3 of you. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/23/08 at 07:52 PM wonderful! this is one of those subjects that i just have no expertise in. so it's a neon light for me. i don't have a perfect body, but i'm 24, and i'm finally starting to think maybe a baby will be good someday. but not today. (or tomorrow) |
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