Painted during and after the birth of my daughter.

For Jude

I roll over, slowly
support the weight of my expanding belly with my elbows
Sitting up is hard to do
You jam your foot in my upper right rib
I cringe out a smile
Your growth, your movement, is worth the small discomforts
I talk to you, even though I don't know what to say
Hear my voice
I will love you, like no one else will ever love you