Witnessing Flight

You enter
it is as though I am unzipped
at our first touch

Your tiny hands
grasp
to know you are safe
I am there

I always was
you just hadn’t discovered your eyes yet

You must of felt
my doubts

Will I be a good mom
replayed
like a stuck song

a song
I didn’t dare reach the end of

You struggled to get here

delaying
maybe you knew
it would be cold sometimes

Joined
you alone
knew my secrets

If I have a boy
I said
he will be different

He will be
sensitive
kind
dressed in all the colors of the rainbow

his true expression
Known to him

whatever that is
I am here

-Beth Pfeffer