I am liquid.
I am a sparkle in two sets of eyes.
Blue eyes, brown eyes.
What colour will mine be?

I am a thought.
I am a plan.
I am a feeling.
I am just a whisper.

No one knows of me.
No, only the Father.
He knows me very well.
He knows exactly who I will be.

I am liquid.
I am nothing, not yet.
But I have the potential.
And soon, I’ll be known.
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I’m all warm.
I’m safe.
I’m comfortable.
I’m floating.
I’m alone, but I can hear them all.

Muffled voices, cooing at me.
Baby, I love you.
Baby, you’re going to be so beautiful.
Baby, you’ll have mama’s eyes.

I am a bump.
An oversized t-shirt.
A warm sensation.
Something to talk about.
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I am a screaming, crying,
Messy little bundle of joy.
I am your pride.
I am your image.
I am your responsibility.
I am your love.
I am your everything.

The warmth in your arms.
Your tired eyes and messy hair.
The scent of powder.
That is all me.

I am beginning just now.
Beginning to become something.
Personality.
Raised eyebrows and squeaks of excitement.

This
Is
My
Beautiful
Beginning