When you were just an unmade promise,
I held you in hopeful stories of my future.
When you were just a wish, a being being willed to be,
I held you in my heart.
When you came true, just a speck of existence, as you grew from just a being to a being in flesh,
my body gave you a home, shelter, sustenance.
When you burst forth, out of dreams and into reality,
I cradled all of you in my arms.
For so long before and so long in waiting and so long in your beginning, I have held all of you –
in arms, inside me.
You always fit because you were a wish, a dream, a plus sign of existence, an infant.
Now I can’t hold all of you in my arms,
legs dangle, arms wrap around, I’m knocked down by your love.
Each night you sleep and each morning you wake,
bigger, stronger, brighter, more.
I cup your cheek. Lace my fingers with yours. Nest your head on my lap.
Hopeful attempts at holding you whole again.
Those days of holding you whole in my arms are gone,
But I will always try to envelope all of you with each embrace.
When you began,
I was your home.
I will be your home.
I will hold all of your possibility, all of who you’ve been, who you are, who you might be, all of you.
I will hold you sacred in me, my heart, in prayer and in dreams.
I will always hold you.