Epiphany

Poetry by Melissa Mercado Kama

Conceiving hope

I see your eyes and my lips.

I hear your laugh and my grimace.

Born from our love – our creation.

They are alive. They are my hope for a future,

Much simpler and complete.

 

I see them climbing trees,

Making odd-shaped pancakes.

With charm and intelligence, greater than ours.

Cheeky and inquisitive.

Untainted as a child should be.

Snoring with you as you sleep

After reading my bedtime stories.

 

I see them. They are alive and waiting inside me.

I feel them. They are alive in our embrace.

They are waiting.

For God to open the door,

For the moment they enter our lives

And fill it with inexplicable happiness.

 

 

Melissa Mercado Kama © 2009

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