29/10/16 I put myself under pressure, against a timer, and came in well under the mark
Eight minutes to create something beautiful...
So many possibilities.
Conception, for some its the work of an instant.
Those lucky few.
IVF, well, that's a different matter.
Maybe, just maybe, I can arrange these words,
line them up just so...
and they will paint their colours across the skies of your mind.
These sparing thoughts,
quiet but screaming,
singing and dancing.
Maybe they will reach out their wonder to you,
touch you gently and warmly,
like mother's love.
Maybe you will feel safe and appreciated and known
in all the ways you would like to be.
Maybe this moment will stay with you forever,
as it does for me.
Maybe your lips on my cheek
will mark my soul
in ways unseen,
but be felt for eternity.