Corrinia's Baby

i can feel the strain of my sister's belly
as my little niece curls up inside -
from 40 miles away i can see my sister's face
writhing, yet beaming
as she feels that little body brooding inside her

(to call it brooding seems unfair
yet what more can one do when bound
to the soft warmness of that belly?)

my sister's hands jump and her face beams
as that little wonder shifts inside -
her little fingers curling and grasping
all that she can

all that she will
in the arms of my sister

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