Pregnant Poetry

Pregnant Poetry

Poems about new life and babies all seem really corny,
and I don't want to ruin the joy with another rubbish one.

So I'll try really hard to make sense.

You're not even here yet.
But I feel you.
Not physically, but you're already around me.
Like a breath of wind,
you're gently storming into my life.

And I am afraid.
Afraid that all I am
Is not enough for you.
That all I can do will not sustain you.
That all I can be will never be enough.

But you whisper.
And you ask for love.
Love is enough.
How can I say no to that?