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