Something grows inside of me.
I’ve read all the books
They tell me how at 10 weeks it now looks.
The size of my thumb
It’s not longer than a piece of gum.
30 more weeks a baby you’ll be.
I shall become a mommy when this being comes out of me.
What will I do if something goes wrong?
What if my body won’t alow me to carry you for so long?
I worry constantly over this little bean like thing.
I have hopes of holding it live and healthy to which I cling.
I’m unhealthy and sick and ill.
What if I can’t ever carry you despite all my good will?
If this little bean dies inside of me, so shall I this I know.
If this tiny baby dies, from this world I shall also go.
If you sweet child die,
So must I.
For thumb sized or no,
Already I love you so.