by chyral inman
It begins an odd feeling, something invading from within,
Confusion, then ignoring, Oh! There it is again.
It seems to have no pattern at first that I see,
Just this flutter, this jump, What can this be?
Unsure of the reason or cause of what I feel,
But positive, whatever it is, with it I can deal.
Then in the mist of questioning this Flutter becomes Known,
HE speaks, It responds to His Tone.
The flutter is Happy, excited it would seem.
At once I realize my Joy, My Dream.
A tug at my navel as it tryes to escape,
I am so Thrilled yet feel somewhat shocked, my mouth is agape.
For I Know in this Moment what the flutter is You See,
It will Either become a small Him or a small Me.
For love to be a thing I can see,
I must first understand what what love is for me.
Is it a feeling of warmth, all cuddly and soft?
Is it a place that my heart feels like it floats in a Loft?
Is it a wave that crashes my soul?
Is it a tear that takes its toll?
I wonder at times if I will ever see,
The wonder of Love that most give so free.
For I have no real idea of what love is at all,
But my hope is to One Day really take that fall.
chyral inman august 2005