three months

Nearly one year ago 

you began to shine my face,

mock my stomach

and pull dark doubts from among the skeletons.

you grew

and grew within a new purpose.

draped fresh in quiet fears,

your tiny heart beat despite

heat and stress and your sister wrestling me.

my second, my son

never think the surprise

was not meant

almightiness only works in exacting

measure as it pulls, prods and

shapes its tiny pots.