Ode+to+the+Outie

__ Ode to the Outie __ Simple, soft stretched skin Shyly protruding, Peeking out from her swollen belly The milky button Sewn taut to an over stuffed pillow

Like the amber fall sun You rose up from Her earthly silken soil

A ripe gourd that was cultivated Deep within me Nourished and shaped in my now barren womb

O, little dimple She will, in time, Come to love and admire your rare perfection

Even after she has lived Past the knowledge of you I will never forget how you made her unique My own.

And in time she will cultivate her own seed It will be nurtured, molded Then set free, a joyful secret

I know she will be an extraordinary creature As my eyes swell and smile at the sight Of her own daughters Soft, stretched, taught Milky button