I wrote this when I was pregnant with my first born son who is now 50 years old.
PEEPSHOW
I’d like a window in my womb
through which to watch this baby growing.
Miniscule creation, aquatic being;
So many things I’d end up knowing.
Would I grow stoop-shouldered
from endless peering.
Would I bare my navel to the world.
Would I spend the time in endless cheering
as I watched a miracle unfurled.
KS