It is a faint,
high - pitched buzzing
coming from above
our heads.
Walking slowly
hand in hand
in the heavy
August afternoon,
we share visions
of our daughter –
soon to come.
We both paint,
creating lovely
portrait,
and adding colors
to our deepest
and pristine love.
Her face so
pretty – marvel,
with peachy
cheeks
and little
dimples –
the babies have
to show the world.
Her little hands,
the little
fingers
we both will kiss
and one by one.
Her funny feet –
like little
muffins,
will move a lot
when giggle’s
born.
With open hands
we grab the
colors from
enormous pallet
of sunny,
perfect, endless day.
We hear distant,
sudden
ugly thunder,
announcing coming
summer storm.
We both grab
quickly
from the ocean
the deepest blue
that can exist.
And finally now
we can see her -
an amazing little
lady –
the one we’ve
painted
out of our deepest
love.
