she stirs inside me when you hum
like she knows all the words and all the riffs
and where her little lungs will fit
I dream the lullabies we’ve sworn to learn

I count the time on fingernails she doesn’t have yet
my pink nursery bare and waiting for her jelly bean future
your satin and beeswax for the creasing of her skin
our firstborn flower, our little fairy girl

you say ‘our’ like nothing is more natural
and every time you do she is burstingly ready
to blossom from my body and into your arms
to come to the wide world of our wonder
to join our song and dance
where we have so many waiting harmonies and hearts
and so many hands to hold her.