A mother waits with tedious grace
A mother, soon to be
For time’s not made her a mother yet
At least by labor’s means.
The baby Kirsten sleeps and swims
She knows her days are few
Before she’s pushed into the world
To make her loud debut.
We tease her, tucked inside the tummy
Of her eager Mom,
We tell her she’s too shy and comfy,
Sucking on her baby thumb.
She’s got her auntie’s sense of time
(the famed procrastination)
Or maybe it’s her parent’s penchant
For delayed gratification.
But then again, on the 26th
Her uncle turns fifteen!
She’ll probably wait to crash his bash
In time for cake and ice cream.
Although there are plenty of reasons why
Our Kirsten’s slow in getting here,
It’s nice to know she’s being prayed for
All across the blogosphere.
And when she musters all her strength
To join the world outside
We’ll welcome her with tears and thanks
(and “HALLELUJAHS” left and right!)
3 comments:
Hello, Xenia! Kiera/Kikilia here! I love this poem: it's wonderful!
So her name is Kirsten! Great name. When I was a baby, I was called Kristin, and I came late, too...anyway, I'm babbling.
My prayers are with all of the KTs...
In Christ,
Kiera
I love this poem; it made my day !
Praying for all the Thienes :-)
Lovely! Thanks for sharing it with me! :)
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