01/18/2001

mama carries a wonder in her womb.

begin from a belly and collect her caresses

on the outside,

fingers form a path from

her touch to yours

and her blood is the bridge from

feeling to being.

she births you a lullaby.

make a song sincere by

singing it such

and watch the notes nestle

themselves in the spirit.

you start to sound special

because you are.

it was life according to mama

the moment you emerged new.

that night, you woke up beautiful

because she said that you were

and you fly as free as the air

that closes when you meet her chest

for the first time,

her heartbeats pet the prettiest

parts of your forehead

and when she names you a miracle,

the word is woven into the world.