
Waiting…
– A poem expressing the anxiety of a pregnant woman whose EDD has arrived
Dear Baby, here beneath my heart,
I thought that you might come today;
the timing just seemed right
But the stars are out
and the moon is high
and sheepishly I wonder why
I try to arrange the plans of God
For now I know
you will not come
until the One who holds eternity
rustles your soft cocoon and
whispers in tones that I will not hear,
It’s time, precious gift,
Now its time.