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9 Long Months

A Stay That Feels like Forever yet Passes in an Instant

By Amanda ShafferPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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So soft. So very, very soft. Like rich velvet, the home you've provided is perfect. Although it may be dark I have the promise of life as my light. I love this home as I love you, mother. I begin my near year long journey smaller than the eye can see, simple, but eager to grow. You may not notice me at first, I can sneak up on you and make my existence a surprise, one that can excite you or scare you. I'm sorry I will make your belly upset and your mood foul at times but I promise I will make it worthwhile.

Time passes. Sometimes feeling like an eternity while other times passing in the blink of an eye. As I grow, so do you. I learn, as well as you. Eventually I get big enough that you can hear my heartbeat with the aid of a machine. You feel my small kicks and motions while you also see what I am, be it female or male.

Remember mother, while you move more clumsily. While you may now not like certain foods or even now crave odd foods. While you may have restless nights, you don't have much longer to wait. You will get to look upon my face, a face that took nine months to create. One you will find to be perfect.

I'm nearly too big for this home, I hit the walls with every kick, it feels like they're about to break. I no longer float yet I'm still surrounded. Not much longer now. I try to only kick when convenient, based on the light I see from outside. Outside. The very word sounds almost magical, as I spend most of my time wondering what it will be like, what I will see first, who I will see first. I hope to see you first mom, I want to see who has given me life.

It's time. I'm cramped within this confined space of which I used to swim so freely in. I can't take it anymore. Let me out. I want to see everything I've heard through you, I want to experience life outside. I want to feel your arms holding me, cradling me, feeling how soft I am as I feel your soft skin. I want to listen to your soft voice.

What feels like an eternity, I am finally out of my home. The home that grew me, gave me life, allowed me to make it this far. It's so odd. I can smell so many different things at once, everything is a blur. Sounds come and go. But out of all the senses and sensations, two stand out. Your smell, so sweet and strong. Your voice. Soothing and calm. I cant ignore them. Hello, mother.

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