A poem to my unborn son
Before I met you, you were a shadow.
In the corner of my eye, darkening my extra thoughts
A glimpse of the future sliding across an empty room
You haunted me.
Before I met you, you were a thought
A nagging idea not easily tossed
A pause in breath between steps
You made me wonder.
Before I met you, you were a warrior.
A fighter and a kicker and a roiling of insides
A yoga baby bent into and out of shape
You made me dream.
Before I met you, you were a King.
A prince among men, the handsomest child
A smile that lit up a room and beamed through walls
Oh, how I loved you.
This poem rests on the wall of my son’s room. I wrote it in 2014 as we anticipated his arrival.