BLESSED | RAELYN HERBERT

BLESSED

RAELYN HERBERT

Morning breeze brushes against the flesh, flushed, full of joy, full of love, What is this day to bring? The movement inside, so precious, so frail. The making of a miracle, blessed. Anticipation of holding, smelling, caring, feeding, soothing, the excitement! What is this day to bring? The small phalanges, embracing my index finger Little hands, what are they to do? What are they to become? Oh, the anticipation. Fear, responsibility, teaching, money, shelter, and blah blah blah…I shall not fold. Wisdom, caring, and lots of love, blessed.