I am allowed to love you,
though all I know of you now
is two pink lines.
a strange comfort found
in realizing there’s no safe zone
for life.

5 weeks or thousands,
I can celebrate you here
without ever hearing
the heartbeat.
I am afraid.
I want you forever.
but either way this goes,
I’m going to love you
past that.
so, without the illusion
of a safe zone,
or holding my breath
to the next milestone. . .
I’m left with you–
beautiful you,
and all my love
for your whole life.
hello there.
I am your mother.
S.V.F.