Newborn

The excitement as the date. Gets closer, only eclipsed by

The birth itself

And hearing that we are expecting

Wondering whether a boy or girl, blonde or dark

But expecting someone amazing, whom i already know from talking to them

In the womb, feeling the kicks and feather touches

Sung to and talked to

It’s coming, and i reach around and feel the wet hair on its head as it (she) started to appear

What wonder, what beauty we have created

To hold her, wrapped in a blanket

After

This snuffling, reaching bundle of love

And to have.it relegated 2 years later with my son, was more than I deserved

Fingers unfurling, reaching, orchestrating a symphony

Little ears and frowny forehead

I close my eyes now and live through those two experiences as if I am there again

Mirrored later with the little fairy, adorable and also loved

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