Poetry for E

As I was relaxing lazily in bed this morning, thinking about getting up, little E was kicking me like crazy, and I was getting a little bit emotional thinking about her… and then I started thinking in poetry…
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Tiny feet
smaller than my fingers
smaller than my nose
kick my belly,
make it rock back and forth

Tiny toes
like little rosebuds
like tiny candies
wiggle and squirm,
learning how to move

These same feet
I’ll soon be kissing
These same toes
become little piggies
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She’s all alone right now in her warm, watery world
She hears our voices but she can’t see us
She feels me move but she can’t cuddle

I hope she knows in spite of this how adored she is
I hope she knows how much I’d do for her already
I haven’t even met her
I just feel her hiccups
kicks on the mattress
and I love her so much
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