Absent-mindedly he strolls by,
his hand grazes the baby in the womb,
a silent lullaby.
A symbol of hope,
a soft grope.
This father's love,
danger and fear it is innocent of.
This poem I wrote after seeing a soon-to-be father touch his girlfriend's tummy and did it so effortlessly. I loved just ruminating over the unintentional act of, despite the fact that the couple is biracial and without even a college degree, this man notifying both his girlfriend and child that he was present, that all of their fear could cease. It may seem like over-analyzation (something I do well) but the moment was so unique I had to note it.
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