Monday, May 12, 2014

The kick

Now she speaks,
My cold hands
The warmth
Of his kick
Saying hello
For the first time
I am euphoric
For this nephew of
And already
I know
Since that first day
I prayed for you, I saw
Though we have not
Met yet
We are already
And always
I will come through
Across this wall 
Of I love you.