A nighttime fantasy more brilliant then any before
I woke up with cramps as well as blood
Bawled for my mom across the room
This was not any mensuration.
I touched below
Vagina and a crown
A baby will be in my bed.
Ripping and tearing
Pain I've only heard described.
It comes out,
I have a half of a second to breathe,
"There's another one coming!"
I pass out.
Ages must have past
I awake to a pack-n-play.
The pain still a phantom.
In the corner,
Not from the past
I look in,
Two heads I see .
I pick up one with wide eyes.
Hair thick and black a mixture of my mother' and mine.
Brown eyes, long lashes
Tan skin maybe a hint lighter then mine.
Fidgeting and moving; wanting to look around.
"Parker you are going to be a hand full."
I lay him back down, face I shall never forget,
Engraved in my mind.
A vision of the future maybe...
Not of my Imagination.
My baby Parker was no fabrication.