Waiting…

– A poem expressing the anxiety of a pregnant woman whose EDD has arrived

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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.