En Plein Air by Kristina Woodhill Expectant mother Wide eyed and focused Patient as a canvas Impasto applied like twigs Build me your nest Sturdy and wedged Fruit within easy reach Ripening in tandom With small, oval blue promises Songs unsung High notes Poised 06/14/2016 Posted on 06/14/2016 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 06/14/16 at 10:30 PM Very nice write lady! This one of those things I can only think of as I have only been on the expectant father's side of the equation. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)