Sliding
Floating
Waiting patiently
Careful movements
Quietly entering
This world.
I dreamt
He
Would be
A son.
First born,
A gentle soul;
Fearfully and
Wonderfully made.
I loved him
Deeply
Before
He knew what
Love was.
Kicking
Somersaulting
Arms akimbo
Feet askipping.
Tumbling into
This world.
Before she had
A name
She was a dream
And I named
That dream
So that when
She came to be
She would have
Always had
A name.
True to
Her name,
God has
Graced her
With a son.
