Friday, January 4, 2013
Your First Home
A mark for every breath you took,
every blink, every sleepy yawn.
One for ever time you sucked your thumb,
waved hello, close your eyes and slept
in the most perfect darkness.
One for every time you had the hiccups,
one for ever dream you dreamed inside of me.
It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even say its ugly
It was your home. It was where I grew to love you
where I laid my hand
as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be.
It held you until my arms could
and for that I will always find something beautiful in it.