Birth

I feel his smile like a dream I cannot recall
Or if I’ve ever even felt at all
For in his smile I am growing tall
In every instance I break down my wall

My step is softer and I touch with grace
And though I falter he still holds my place
And if I’m near he’ll slow down his pace
Months go by and he still knows my face

© Delia Ross. 2019

I did a reading of this on the app Tuners under my pen name POEETERNAL