a lulllaby, a poem

A sip from a mason jar 

Starting up some laundry 

A big white pill to swallow

And a hiatus from coffee 

A short cold shower 

Pancakes with honey 

He kisses my skin and cradles my breasts 

My body will carry his baby. 

A lick of the forefinger 

The turning of another page 

Dirty knees from the garden 

A hungry furry friend fussing in the kitchen 

Pigments like dust on the floor 

A love letter to myself on the fridge door 

My naked figure feels like a God send 

Our hands imprinted on the concrete pavement 

I caress my tummy 

I hum to her softly 

My body will carry my baby 

Mother is visiting 

Her quick steps like a mouse

His fingers are spilling music from the piano 

Oh the sweet bliss. Papas here. Siblings too. 

Hands on my stomach. Everyone wants to speak to you. 

My baby my baby. My body loves you. 

Sweet bliss 

Bokeh dust bunnies and blurred eyes 

Behold my beloved body 

And my transcendent mind 

The Garden is flourishing 

The cat has been fed 

Sweet morning kisses 

Honey pancakes in bed 

I give thanks for my garden 

It’s spring in full bloom 

My body I thank thee. And cradle my womb.  

My body is carrying my baby 

I’ve been filled with love and light. 

My god my darling and my baby. 

I give thanks. I give thanks. I give thanks. 

I will sleep the whole night.