Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Waiting

Today I want to share with you all a very special poem. I wrote this poem for my first son, Ernest Bhabor II, in whom I am well pleased; just before he was born.


WAITING

Nine months

Two hundred and seventy days

Two thirds of a year

We wait patiently.


We await the day

We await the divine moment

We await the shrill cry

We await the arrival

We wait earnestly.


Expectations

Excitement

Apprehension

A feeling of euphoria

A feeling of joy lurk around the corner waiting to break loose

We wait nervously.


A bright cleansing

A hymnal

A celebration of life is only a heartbeat away

We wait expectantly.


The harps

The drums

The cymbals

The flutes adorn every corner

Sweet fragrances scent the air

Stacked boxes of cigars form a mighty hill

We wait wide eyed.


We wait for the moment

We wait breathlessly for our blessing

We wait for our bundle of joy.


By Ernest Bhabor

For Ernest Bhabor II

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