by Darlene Moore Berg
~First Trimester~
Spin— life turns around
light-headed
new life begins.
Never the same dream
an expectant hope forms.
A fullness in the breasts
guarding the heart.
Spew out concerns, anxiety
sip an herbal tisane—
let peace reign.
~Second Trimester~
Like a sparrow cupped in hands
wings fluttering to be free
I feel a brief beating deep
in the lower abdomen.
Lets me know— he is there.
I am aware of a rounding form
to my body
inhabited with an other
and I am known by him.
~Third Trimester~
A foot probes its confines, kicks a rib, my hand held at my side. A head knocks on the pelvic floor, turns a somersault, twists back around comes to ground. I pat his backside, laugh at his hiccups. I swell with delight. Soon he comes tearing into the world — embodied Love.