Conception

For a child we will welcome in the spring.

There is hope,
evolving into a human;

Nestled comfortably,
Within my loins.

Protected by ultrasonic fingers,
gently poised below a navel.

Where playgrounds,
should be warm with laughter.

The other mothers cluck,
like wet hens.

They condemn,
children of the young.

Though a smile still brews,
at the edges of my face.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

What a lucky child.
Beautiful...just beautiful.

[SpokenWord]

Beautiful take on conception :)

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

What a beautiful poem for priceless, lifelong moments. Wishing you, Baby, and Husband all the joys that come with Family. From the sensitivity of your words, I can tell you will be a fabulous Mom. Congratulations, Soli!

[Marie Harrison]

Very sweet poem, congratulations.

[Liza]

you're glowing in hope, visions and happines in every line.