Promises in Fuzzy Blankets

(by Jo Anzalone...4-1-96  written when my daughter was pregnant
 with our first grandchild....Kimberly)

 

She's coming.
I know it with my mind
     and with my heart,,
                     my soul,
And all my being
Yet
          still
It seems a dream.
How can this be,
     this happiness beyond belief,
              this long-awaited,,
                                            anticipated,
Happiness beyond belief?
Can it be real,
                       be true,
                                   be almost here?
The fingers of my soul reach out
      and softly stroke
                                 the edges
                                        of the thought
                                                that she is real.
Breath held in
       so not to break
                a reality seeming so
                                                fragile
                                still
That a mere sigh,
                             escaping,
     would send it spiraling away,
                                formless,
                                               into mist once more.
But her strong spirit smiles,
                          understanding,
    as only the not-yet-born
  with pathways open through the stars,
Can know,
   inviting the hand
                    of my fifty-third year
To press
             firmly
On the rounded
                         pink
                                world
She curls within.
"Let your heart dare,"
                                  she says,
"It will not suffer harm
                                     or
                                         pain.
I not only AM
                       but
                             HERE
                                       I am...
Firm,
        warm,
                  and real
And will not scatter
                                 into dust
                        nor cause your dreams to crack.
I come-
                  I come
As lily buds unfold,
             so will
                        I
                           spread my petals,
            unfolding
    into your life,
                         filling it
                                     with heaven's scent,
And
You will know
        that promises and hopes
Can be wrapped in fuzzy blankets.
I will not mind,
                          you know,
   your tears
                    of happiness
   falling
            on
                 my
                        cheeks."

 

 

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