November 11, 2013: Molding Poetry Monday- Bump

I was avoiding this post all day since my poetry writing sometimes lacks or fails completely if I’m not in my “poetry mood” of the year. I thought long and hard about what I would write about, but then the answer came to me pretty simply. I have a routine every night of cuddling with my wife and laying my arm across her stomach. And, as I’m about to fall asleep, I feel our daughter kicking at my arm for a few minutes before I either fall asleep or she settles. so, here is my poem dedicated to my nightly routine with our peanut.

Bump

Bump, bump, bump-

My hand resting against her belly.

Slumber nearly successful in overcoming me then

Poke, poke, poke-

I wonder if you know my voice,

Or can recognize my palm as you kick and prod it.

Bump, bump-

My hand, intruding on your space,

Becomes familiar once again.

Bump-

The movement slows as sleep returns once more.

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