This hurt inside me this cramp in my stomach.
This thought of the unknown continues to arise.
Have I conceived in the process in which we fertilize a seed?
making a way for a flower to grow?
One who will reflect my image,Like needles pin pointing every curve, indention, and crease.
With in moment a paint brush will cascade across your skin creating a precise pigment to match mine.
You are not a mistake you just arrived a little early.
This means I will get to know you better.Hold you a little tighter.Love you a little longer.
You are a part of me and I will love you even after the last breath I breath.