Three weeks to go
Can’t wait to feel the weight of you in my arms
To walk you to burp you
I can’t wait to speak to you
And know you feel me though
You don’t understand one word
I can’t wait for that mouth
To learn to smile
& that dimple peeking through the trials
I can’t wait to dive into the smell of your breath
When you yawn after milk
Because in the beginning it will be the smell of you
That will speak to us
That will tell us you are ours
Before the words and the sounds
The scent of new skin
And a heart finding its place
I can’t wait to hear you breathe
Against my chest and those tiny lungs
Deepening with sleep after sunset
I can’t wait to call your name
Without noticing anymore
I can’t wait to push my thumb in the palm of your hand
So you may grab it
At first only a reflex but then knowing
Whose thumb you are holding
Three weeks to go twenty-one days 1440 hours
Don’t rush but hurry
So I can share my life with you
And call every day after the first
Yours