Butterflies flow across tissue
Nothing huge except an arm bone, or leg
Mostly ear  just a head and tiny little hands

Shades of brown flow down the back
Lifting in the wind
Clothing tighter than before
Skin a glow that is unexplained

She cries out softly ad the butterfly becomes a thump
Holding her breath as she waits
Long fingers caress the swollen flesh
There!! Again

A tear falls down flushed cheeks
Looking at the new pictures that show more
Spine, fermur, eyes, nose, elbow
Finally the feet they look so big

Another thump followed by more
Fingers slide over the outer flesh
The inner being pushed and touched by another

Soft lilting voice begins to sing
Movement grows still
As the song grows louder
She pulls a set of larger hands to the taut flesh

"There she says"
"Do you feel it?"
Masculine voice responds in hushed tones
"Yes, it is amazing"

Lovely sounds escape parted lips
"Tis our son my love"
"He hears us"
Tears run down rugged features

"A son?"
Strong arms encase her within them
The child within kicks against the ear resting on the round belly
"He will be wonderful just like his mother"

"No he will be strong and caring like his father"

The journey almost over
He will enter the world already loved
One has to wonder if they have any clue
Our children are only here on loan for awhile

Then they are sent out into the world
Leaving us behind to raise their own young
Never knowing the pain left in the wake of separation
Until their own grow and take off to start the process over

Hold them close while you can
They will be gone so much sooner than you could ever imagine
Love them
Teach them
Mist importantly
HEAR THEM

Written by Niyahlove
10/02/2013