Twas the night before her birthday and all through the house
the baby was walking, entertaining herself
No longer on knees and hands did she go
but walking to and from, row after row
she did circles and even stooped and picked up stuff
until she wore herself out and said "e-nuff"
Then she cuddled with Mommy
last time as an infant
a toddler she'd be at the very next minute
Oh how I adore her
each baby blue eye
each little finger waving goodbye
Our life had been crazy, even before she was born
with studies and classes, now baby adorned
But I finally squeezed her out, after I squeezed her in
my busy schedule you see was only about to begin
Baby you see was the last one in line
at the very end, #s 7,8,9
22 years, I've been a mommy now
and 1 more? how could I possibly? How?
but she came, just the same
patiently waiting while I got my degree
patiently waiting on her mommy, me.
What faith she must have had in my determination
something so unknown, still in germination
I questioned, I wondered
spoke aloud to empty-looking rooms
was there still another spirit waiting for my womb?
And yes the answer came, though I scarcely allowed myself to believe it
I had to open my heart and my life to make room to receive it
And we celebrate a year
A joyous year of full arms and hearts and homes
every smile, cry and each little baby chromosome
