#2

My heart grew a few sizes

at the thought of you.

A son was more than I could take

and now a daughter, too?

Even my empty head

can count reliably to two

but the old ticker didn't know what to do,

so it just

got

bigger.

More room for family,

more room for loving.

We were maxed out before

but rather than shoving

or pushing, crammed in face-to-face,

we put in the work

and expanded the space

within ourselves to blissfully accommodate,

to give you your heroine's homecoming.

Every now and then,

my fingers and toes are numbing,

diverting their power

to the imagination tower

as it flutters and fries

its humble circuitry

wondering what color your eyes

and hair could be.

What your cares could be,

your worries and passions

and how compassionately

you'll make me better.

Will you be patient or fierce?

Stay-putter? Go-getter?

Will you have your mother's

bottomless heart

and your father's boulder brain?

I have more questions, but the page

is already struggling to contain

my curiosity.

I'll have to wait and see

but the velocity

of time, lately,

has slowed down greatly,

grated nearly to a halt,

it seems.

So I'll meet you almost nightly

in my deeply altered dreams

while I count the evenings,

dusks and days,

the dawns and afternoons.

You're close... but still so far away.

I love you.

See you soon.