Anticipation: The Night Before

I wrote this poem back in 2004 the day my oldest son was born.

 

The night before

Anticipation climbs from the stomach

Like butterflies on a blade of grass.

It lightly skips up the spine

Thousands of tiny legs

They gently brush and tickle

Tingling as a smile creeps up.

She looks over the hill

Where the surprise awaits

Wiggling toes barely visible

Little humps appear

Like tiny gopher mounds.

Evident excitement overshadowing

The sad realization that

This is the last night here,

Everything has changed so much

Time passing along too quick

The excitement is so beautiful.

Both eyes close slowly

A low content sigh

Slowly passes across

Still smiling half giggling lips

Nine months patiently waiting

Brings a special blessing

Sometime after 7 a.m.