Nine moons of ocean tides,
nine moons swinging a cradle of expectations,
dreaming, anxiously waiting,
growing impatiently.
Nine moons feeling the waves of nature,
invasion inside my deepest labyrinth
as the trembles, the pulling,
the kicks, the stumbling increases.
So is love rooting miraculously
between her heart beats
and my own dreams.
Shining in the night sky
at the end of my heart's cave,
time blessed with divine touch
has made her shape, stretch,
grow to love.
At the end of the nine moons
the tides recede
leaving at the shore
a brand new, wonderfully made
human being...
To our new Baby,
Mommy
1-30-09
Roxana Reyes Davis
