The following poem came to me one night recently, as I was stirring when I should have been sleeping in my empty home.
Sweet Sacrifice
No one ever told me
I would never sleep the
same again...
As my belly grew
in both circumference
and discomfort
and the naivety of a
sweet sleep again
on my flat belly.
I never knew
no one said
that the vacancy left
in my flat tummy
would not give way
to sleep the same
as the mantle of that dream
who slept himself
in the cradle
beside my bed
had stirred my awakened heart
and the eye of my love blown
open with his sweet breath.
