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Dec 2012
7 months, 210 days
30 weeks until you arrive
in my arms- new to the world;
new to me, part of me
as no one else has been
or will be.

I cannot feel you inside me, tiny one-
though I know you are
barely the size of my thumb.

Each moment you become
more of yourself
as I am, as we all are-

when you are born you will open your eyes
for that first glance, first breath,
first moment in the world
and you will remember it,
etch it deep in your treasure chest of firsts;
first kiss first car first job,
cherish it like I cherish each day I carry you.

I'll live here, breathe here for the last 7 months
210 days, 30 weeks until you become my gravity
and push me up
up up until I reach the tippy top
and greet the light that must certainly
be waiting.
Stacy Del Gallo
Written by
Stacy Del Gallo  Columbia, MD
(Columbia, MD)   
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