the autumn chill
swells my anticipation
as i listen to the surprise
sharings of
expectant excitement
i hear
the pride
of a father-to-be
i see
the gentleness
of a mother-to-be
i am
happily heartful
for them
and i am wrought with
the anxiety
of a 35-year-old woman
who wants so much
to experience
the advent
of an unborn child
too
