2 weeks

2weeks

I remember the day it all began....how your father and i felt every emotion within the first 5minutes.....it was the first time something like this ever happened

(On) Day 1: i began to feel stress && depression wondering what would become of this, whether i should consult plan B or overdose on aspirin

Day 2: i accepted all that was happening.. overwhelmed with excitement…pursuing outcomes of destinations like lost boats on new islands

By day 3: i began to imagine your development....in my mind skipping ahead to the month i could feel your first movement

&& day 4: i was able to see the rainbows inside of happiness

5 days after the first i dreamt of names that would fit love the best

my heart was entwined with the thought of you in my presence; visions of your first everything were drawn across the board sketching designs of possibilities in ways never seen before

Day 6; i spent in school nervous to do a damn thing afraid of disturbing the womb that supported the life soon to live

(my new start) A few days pass and i could feel my body get closer to yours; feeling that double heart beat soon to be gone

I didn't know he was lurking around like some type of lost dog trying to ram sack a home for all their goods.. it was to soon (pause) 

10 days into this i foresee you fully grown; out of college with my grand kids me && your father never worried the family we built being alone

By day 11 you were Spoiled rotten; we secretly brought you clothes not even knowing our options; boy or girl it really didn't matter cause just like a parents love it was neutral

On the 12th day mommy started feeling funny; face twisted into all sorts of shapes like pictures in the ring movie; developing high fevers relevant to active volcanoes in the Caribbean’s ; able to feel my stomach ache the same pain my ancestors masters caused them ; I didn't move nor eat the whole day; while daddy sat && held me visions of a blasted anointance stood over me in my dreams causing vertigo images from hell that transformed into domestic scenes 

Waking up the13th day i cried for a cure to the pain; i needed to know you were okay;

So on day 14; 2weeks in; I; your mother was touched by a angel so white so pure I swear if I didn‘t know better he once were my father; I was in the doctors office behind white curtains that were set to blind people from cloaks of darkness; bad news hit me worse than the knowledge of my cousin dying on the 23rd floor of towers on 911; I seen you, but months older than you were in my womb, in deaths arms smiling like the baby in the sky off of teletubbies; it was as if you were consulting death in a time of need while he genially lifted his head up at me saying everything was going to be okay; your body is a mer illusion of perfection and when it's ready It will succeed in many things