Heart I have carried

Hands
gripping her so tightly sometimes
its as though I doubt her very form is formed and out
when once she swam, simply submerged in me
and my muffled lullabyes
would flutter by

And at my breast,
my sole quest
has become to nourish, expand
She's my baby honeybee
taking only what she needs, and
helping us bloom all around her

my petals are less taut these days,
womb weary,
but I am in deep respect, awed by every honest inch of me

She now commands a room,
bringing out the softest side of her adoring audience,
every sound she makes is awarded with a small standing ovation and a flurry of delighted sounds and blinding lights

To her, I'm a benevolent giant
who is there within the last note of her first cry,
asking for nothing yet getting to hold a bit of heaven

She taught me the basics of grace by simply arriving,
and within her sweet life
at long last, I have found my own