Down, down down, into the blue so deep.
Into the black deep.
Gravity leaves, no wings needed.
Dark and cold, yet oh so beautiful.
Earth above and below.
Water slides through and around your slick body,
coolness and heat is your only source.
Gliding through the deep waters
you dive down, flip, back up and around.
No depth perception now,
just endless tumbling into the deep.
Sky becomes dark as you reach for the stars,
Freefall!
Tumbling in every direction, no way back to earth,
you swim and fly through the deep.
In a small room, with cradle and cloth,
Lies a child.
My child.
My child, carved of my form,
Molded of my mind,
With a heart and soul of his own.
See, he sleeps.
Peacefully.
Beautifully.
So tiny, yet so trusting and faithfully innocent.
I silently wonder at the vulnerable child,
He is unaware how exposed he can be.
I stare silently down into the cradle,
Feeling my love for this babe grow in my bosom.
I love this child.
My child.
My child that was concieved of my husband,
My love.
My love can not be compared between the two.
My husband is a man.
He does not need to be cared for the way my child does.
Nor can my child be cared for the way my hsuband is.
But that doesn't and never will
Stop them from loving and caring for each other.
The child stirs, whimpers, wakes and cries.
I reach into the cradle and bring the child closer to my heart.
Into the kitchen, I turn on the light and warm the bottle,
Feed the child, then back to bed.
I sit by the cradle,
To comfort and sing to my baby.
I think of the past and the future, and that of my family.
Family.
My husband, myself, and my child.
A family.
I hear the front door open, hear my love come in.
He comes silently in the room.
I feel his embrace from behind.
He kisses me softly then sits to be with me and the child.
Our child.
Then we both go to our room,
leaving the door open a crack,
in case the baby cries.
My love and I sleep in each other's arms,
And we dream and we think,
Of our child.
