Poem For My Daughter

At my oldest daughter's baby shower last Saturday, it occurred to me that she was just an infant herself not so long ago. But when it comes to reminiscing, time's a tad distorted. In reality, three decades isn't just a hop, skip, and jump away.

It's nice to reflect on the past, but the future demands my attention. It sparkles with visions of what will be.

My daughter and her husband, along with all the family members, aren't the only ones full of anticipation. Here's a poem I wrote from another point of view:

To Be

Dear Mommy,

As I grow inside your womb

snug as a bug in its cocoon,

I suck my thumb

and blink my eyes.

Your strong heart beats

a lullaby.

We wait until that joyful day

when across your bosom

I shall lay.

My satin cheeks, soft as a peach

can feel your kiss

within my reach.

Inside your womb, secure and warm

my infant soul has taken form.

I faintly hear your longing sigh

as the days of waiting pass on by,

until I first appear on earth,

survive the trauma of my birth.

First breath in

the world so bright,

your soft caress,

my guiding light.

I’ll smell your scent and

hear your voice.

We’ll gaze in wonder

and rejoice  

You’ll count my toes

and hold my hand

as I explore the outside land.

Oh, how wonderful to be,

to be in your arms.

To be, to be. 


Lynn Kelley  

And so we wait...

What have you been reflecting upon lately? Past, present, or future?

(On another note, the winners of the book giveaway will be announced tomorrow on Heather Kelly's blog. Thanks to all who joined us in celebrating the release of SECRET OF HAUNTED BOG, read the interview, and left great comments. One person will win a copy of the first Monster Moon book, CURSE AT ZALA MANOR. Another will win a copy of SECRET OF HAUNTED BOG. Woo hoo!)