Creation

My baby quivers inside my belly

and my world stops.

Around me, clouded and fuzzy,

Computers whirr,

Errand boys run,

Telephones ring.

Hustling and bustling,

the office carries on.

But I sit,

seat pushed back

from my desk

with my hand on the future.

-Marlene Anne Bumgarner (Mother Poet)

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from: Mothering Magazine's Having a Baby, Naturally by Peggy O'Mara