Not Alone Poem by Shirley Loftis

Running errands and talking on the phone,
I am pleasantly reminded that I am not alone.
Little tiny hands a precious rounded knee,
pushing and twisting that no one can see.
O sweet child kicking up your heels,
it's our little secret that only I can feel.
I look forward to your birth,
when I can kiss your skin.
But for now I will just smile,
as I feel you play within.



Written By,
Shirley Loftis