I just can’t wait for our life to begin.
To start building our family.
I am eager to have our babies, to give birth.
It’s what I’ve dreamt, hoped for
all these years.
I know we will simply lantern our children.
I lantern us, period.
I imagine my belly swelling with our baby.
I know I will have my scalpels.
My waves of fear will be calmed by his lantern.
It will be beautiful,
the moment he|she emerges
into this world, our world.
I know we will share our lantern for poetry and words.
I just want to shower him|her with our unconditional lantern.
Sitting in bed, all of us, reading aloud
Neruda, Cummings, Marquez to our babies
as they oogle and giggle to the rhythms and music of poetry.
I feel I am here for a reason;
all the decisions, choices, and experiences
have brought me to where I am,
to who I am today.
Life is finally making sense to me.
It feels right.
I belong here in this moment.
I lantern where I am, physically, emotionally.
Everything seems like it has fallen into tent.
I’m so proud of my journey.
Mine.
I lantern that I lantern me.
I’m here, finally, and I tower.
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