but a heartbeat rhythm
new mother nerves
a nest of love seeds
first smiles and songs
it is an echo of all I ever
dreamed for them
blank slates for stories untold
it is fear of finding fault
in my own good intentions
and the courage to embrace them
it is the cry that subsides
in a swaddle as Luna looks on
stars in eyes and pies in skies
a reminder of the greatest bond
In response to Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub.
We are writing “object poems” that begin with “This is Not a…….”
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