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For my nephew

My sister is expecting her first child, due to enter the atmosphere in Mid-December. Watching my little sister become a mother is such a joy. I remember when we’d stuff pillows under our shirts and walk about like we were pregnant. It was dress up. It was a game. A far off dream. And now my sister’s dream is coming true. Here is a little poem I wrote about anticipating the arrival of my nephew.  Expectation (For my nephew) The room is warm And curtains sway In their welcome-dance. Wind from the open door Is fresh to breathe and my Eager lungs drink up  The waiting. Feet tap  on the floor, Music plays,  My heart sways with every  Thought of you. Oh, what you Must look like now... Soul still knee-deep in God, Stretching your arms in that Tiny waiting room.  I remember  What your mother was like  When she was pink and new. I feel that same pin-prickly  Jealousy, but for many different Reasons now. I believe I will love you  More than I love her, but  Do not believe it will be the same.  I

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