PEEPSHOW

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