A letter to my unborn
You are beautiful
I cannot see you, but I know you are.
Smooth and round
You are just who I need to see when I am down.
I know you would love to run, play, and laugh
You would bruise, heal, and be hurt again.
So, I have made a decision.
To guard you in the waters under the sea.
Where the ripples are gentle and the waves are at ease
And even the sea animals are asleep.
Sometimes, people look at me strangely
They ask when they would see you, especially
When I say you are beautiful, round, bubbly.
That throws them off.
They suspect I am crazy and don’t deserve a baby.
I know better.
You are better off at sea, shielded from this cruelty
That I your mother have seen and don’t want you to see.
So, be still my child. For now,
You shall remain unborn.