I’m more and more excited and scared every day.
Everything is so different and changed,
Life as I’ve known it – all rearranged.
You stretch and wiggle and move as you grow,
My belly gets bigger, my face stays aglow.
You’re a strong little guy - your big muscles show,
You cracked mommy’s rib just a few days ago!
Daddy’s changing too - he’s as proud as can be,
He’s so attentive to mommy’s every want and need.
Rubbing my belly, he talks to you every night,
He comes to every appointment to make sure you’re alright,
The doc said “It’s a girl” but didn't write it in ink,
We assumed he was right and got lots and lots of pink.
We went in for a 3-D, found a penis, “It’s a boy!”
Our faces in shock, but our hearts… full of joy.
I’ve fallen in love with your handsome little face -
I show off your pictures all over the place!
On stamps, on invitations, to everyone I meet,
You look just like your daddy with your chubby little cheeks!
There’s so much inside me and everything’s new…
New thoughts, new fears, new emotions, and you!
I already love you like I’ve never felt before,
I wonder how there could possibly be room for more.
Can I teach you respect, show you love, make you strong?
Will you know in an instant that this is where you belong?
You’ll teach me patience, show me strength, make me grow -
I’ll learn from you every day – you lead and I’ll follow.
I have so many worries as we prepare,
Our pockets are empty but we’ll make it – I swear.
Can I be a good mother? Will you be okay?
I promise you everything…
Who can make a delicate adventure
Of walking on the ground?
Who can make grass-blades
Arcades for pertly careless straying?
You alone, who skim against these leaves,
Turning all desire into light whips
Moulded by your deep blue wing-tips,
You who shrill your unconcern
Into the sternly antique sky.
You to whom all things
Hold an equal kiss of touch.
Mincing, wanton blue-bird,
Grimace at the hoofs of passing men.
You alone can lose yourself
Within a sky, and rob it of its blue!
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/b/advice_to_a_blue_bird.html#zP5AFQDMSFokJ1oi.99
Who can make a delicate adventure
Of walking on the ground?
Who can make grass-blades
Arcades for pertly careless straying?
You alone, who skim against these leaves,
Turning all desire into light whips
Moulded by your deep blue wing-tips,
You who shrill your unconcern
Into the sternly antique sky.
You to whom all things
Hold an equal kiss of touch.
Mincing, wanton blue-bird,
Grimace at the hoofs of passing men.
You alone can lose yourself
Within a sky, and rob it of its blue!
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/b/advice_to_a_blue_bird.html#zP5AFQDMSFokJ1oi.99
Who can make a delicate adventure
Of walking on the ground?
Who can make grass-blades
Arcades for pertly careless straying?
You alone, who skim against these leaves,
Turning all desire into light whips
Moulded by your deep blue wing-tips,
You who shrill your unconcern
Into the sternly antique sky.
You to whom all things
Hold an equal kiss of touch.
Mincing, wanton blue-bird,
Grimace at the hoofs of passing men.
You alone can lose yourself
Within a sky, and rob it of its blue!
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/b/advice_to_a_blue_bird.html#zP5AFQDMSFokJ1oi.99
Who can make a delicate adventure
Of walking on the ground?
Who can make grass-blades
Arcades for pertly careless straying?
You alone, who skim against these leaves,
Turning all desire into light whips
Moulded by your deep blue wing-tips,
You who shrill your unconcern
Into the sternly antique sky.
You to whom all things
Hold an equal kiss of touch.
Mincing, wanton blue-bird,
Grimace at the hoofs of passing men.
You alone can lose yourself
Within a sky, and rob it of its blue!
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/b/advice_to_a_blue_bird.html#zP5AFQDMSFokJ1oi.99
Who can make a delicate adventure
Of walking on the ground?
Who can make grass-blades
Arcades for pertly careless straying?
You alone, who skim against these leaves,
Turning all desire into light whips
Moulded by your deep blue wing-tips,
You who shrill your unconcern
Into the sternly antique sky.
You to whom all things
Hold an equal kiss of touch.
Mincing, wanton blue-bird,
Grimace at the hoofs of passing men.
You alone can lose yourself
Within a sky, and rob it of its blue!
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/b/advice_to_a_blue_bird.html#zP5AFQDMSFokJ1oi.99
