It's like my grandfather always told me: Mike, when life hands you Lemons, ask for a paternity test.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

To an Unborn Daughter

-for Hilary

You’re only a thought I now
impress onto your mom.
My fingers write your name
on her skin. With slight pressure,
I inscribe I M O G E N
across her stomach.

Who knew we willed you to life?

Now, you’re on the way,
and it’s never too early to start.
I kiss your mom’s distended belly
and whisper Ramona will be
your new name. You will be smarter
than we. And with that, I write poems
to you. Your mom sings.
You kick in accord.

Then, there were complications.

Now, you’re again a thought
impressed in our souls. Your mom
and I feel your name on our lips,
bellies and fingers. Imogen.
Ramona. How can we call you?
How could we forget?

2 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful and sweet letter, but the last few lines... they make me worry about you guys! Are you all right? If you've miscarried, you're in our prayers!

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