Belong to My Little Boy

Baseball hat, tiny socks, teething rings, alphabet blocks

White noise machine, too many toys,

all of these things Belong to my little boy

6 months before you, I was just me

A girl going to college with a simple dream

Of graduation day.

A day of drinks and partying all through the night

Little did I know that my dream would be snuggled in tight

Inside of my tummy, kicking and breathing

Giving the word ‘me’ no meaning.

But when I write, I find not mom, but ME.

I find not wife, but Jane.

Because when I write, I find me again.

Silence is beauty, silence is peace.

If only for a moment, too quickly it is ceased. 

Coos and gagas, cries and tears,

all these things bring me joy and fears.  

Of forgetting...me

Baseball hat, tiny socks, teething rings, alphabet blocks

My new name, morning to evening, my entire being

Belong to my little boy.

This poem is about: 
My family

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