Growth
Your
hand rests
upon
your belly, protective, a shielding gesture all mothers recognize.
Shaking
your head
at
the offered beverage, you turn instead to a bottle of water.
Moving
slowly among the crowd,
you
glide with care and grace, serene,no fear of jostling the precious cargo you carry.
Smile
unending,
your
peace and joy are tangible as you move from one guest to the next,
thinking
you have kept your secret safe,
presuming
no one knows the truth that has yet to be spoken aloud,
but
with each brush of your hand
across
your midsection, I see your smile grow.
One
can only assume,
in
another seven months or so, you’ll be grinning from ear to ear.
~~~
First published in print in Coffee-Ground Breakfast / March 2014
First published online in Whispers in the Wind -
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