A poem I wrote for my son

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Just under a month after he was born, I felt like I needed to get down what he meant to me at this point. So here is my poem that I wrote on 21st January 2025.

The Inbetween Days

Twenty twenty four

The year I created and birthed you

From a few cells to a human

I felt your feet pushing against the outer edges of my skin

Your palms pressing from the inside out

Your heartbeat strong, fast and vulnerable like the wings of a butterfly

Then one morning you wanted to meet me

You came so fast that we didn’t have a chance to blink

My body wanted to let you out into the world

And you pushed, it was barely me

You were born into twenty twenty four

You were born into the inbetween days

Your cries, your lips, your fingers and toes

The way you fall asleep on my chest

So deeply

So peacefully

Your legs stretching out just as they did in my womb

Barely a scrunch to be had

I knew you would be different

My little Ari

A lion

An eagle

You are like the sun

You are no inbetween

You are just the beginning