Nino

I’d like to think she’s a she,

But she might well be a he.

A rambunctious little boy,

Always squirming to be free.

He’d look just like his papa,

Smell like the folds of my womb.

With a smile that warms me,

And a spirit in constant bloom.

I look forward to meeting him,

Whenever he comes to bless us.

We’ll celebrate his existence,

His love for us, just a plus.

I don’t know when God has set

For us to be his parents, yet.