Well, the due date is upon us.
Any time now, I might take a sudden absence all things internet !
Sometimes, I dabble in poetry when there is something driving the muse.
From week 5, we dubbed our little one 'Pistachio' for the size she was when we first saw her little heart beating
This road before me lies bare,
Footstep free without an end.
The road behind you lies worn,
Tree lined memories marshall each bend.
Some forgotten, worn and faded,
Some stand proud, adorned, paraded.
Yet as I peer over your shoulder
Their backs stay faithfully turned
Directing past dreams,
Urging them to the fore.
Some abandoned, fallen and burnt
Scattered ash, forgotten lore.
Others fly before me
A wind of seeds in a wistful sea
Searching roots for new memories
Waiting only for passers by
To stop, to smile or cry
No matter in sadness or in joy
No matter girl nor boy
Our tears a spring for dreams anew
The road before us no longer bare.
The plan was to be well rested before the actual birth, but it has been the opposite! Nervous energy keeping me awake and being generally unproductive lol
Hope that wasn't too corny if you spent the time reading it :P