by Curtis Sethaler
I can hear the sound of your sentimental heartbeat,
Its sound echoes right out of its static filled womb.
I’ve seen your face, in a sound wave of resolution.
You moved your lips and they in turn moved my soul.
The feeling of touch through the skin of your mother,
I feel you push and kick and push me again.
Last night I had a dream where I was holding you closely,
A few hours from now a new life will begin.
Posted on 03/03/2010
Copyright © 2024 Curtis Sethaler
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by Cole Bradburn on 03/03/10 at 10:01 PM
I love how you bring it around to a moment imminently approaching where everything becomes more real. Well done Curtis.
|Posted by Mo Couts on 07/10/11 at 05:28 PM
Oh, I LOVE poems written from parents to their children...what a treasure this is =)!
|Posted by Kris Mara on 03/01/12 at 01:03 AM
beautiful. I have no other words...you captured it perfectly.