Although I've written tons of letters and prose to our almost three-year-old, this is the first poem. Yesterday (the 16th) was my due date for #2, so perhaps the flow of creativity is at a high:
In the dim
of your room
there is nothing like
"see you in the morngan, Mommy"
feeling your tiny lips on my forehead
You mend the holes in my heart
reminding me of the joy
of watching you grow
readying me for tomorrow
mama to Jackson, and baby due any time now!