Anticipating a neice
You’re brewing. Comfortably I hope.
Growing, feeling, bracing yourself for
some untold terror you can’t place
your fingers on. Because you don’t have any.
What do you have? A mind.
Semi-conscious, of warmth, hunger,
movement, music. There’ll be much
more of that. You’ll like the music.
You’ll be a scrunched up
bawling ball of joy. Tiny,
red fisted, heavy lidded,
10-1 you’ll look like Churchill.
And for years you’ll stay that way
save for the novelty of a step here,
a word there. A fall, a giggle
and perhaps a smile.
But one day, whoever you are,
Be you shy, sly, sinful, sad,
joyful, upstart, bouncy, glad
Be you rebellious
Be you dum,
Be you joyous,
Be you glum
Whoever you might be; whatever you do;
You’ll have an uncle waiting for you.
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