She was asleep, perhaps dreaming, if unborn babies dream
In a watery world that was quickly shrinking as she grew.
Suddenly an urgent jiggle roused her from her slumber....
About to cry, she sought comfort in her thumb...
That and her mother's heart beat her constant companions...
This jiggling upset her, making her kick and twirl-
But after coaxing, she was pronounced a perfect baby girl.
Her mother beamed, wiping gel from her fecund stomach,
Happily unaware that her husband scowled in disappointment,
For the child was not perfect: she was a girl...
Her mother's thoughts turned to pink ribbons and bows,
He grieved a son to kick a ball with and continue the family line...
All quiet within, the little babe returned to her slumber,
Sucking on fingers that would wrap round her father's,
Unaware that soon she will melt her Daddy's heart.
© Glenys Robyn Hicks
Lo, children [are] an heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb [is his] reward. Psalm 127:3
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Thank you for visiting with me today. I love to hear from you. I may not always be able to reply right away, but I will respond to every comment you leave. Blessings and comfort, Glenys