Strawberries in the night
She awakens from her nightly dreams,
wiping the sleep from her eyes,
a quick glance at the red numbers
on the clock, two am, no lie.
She sighs and grunts as she struggles
out of the bed, her bulging belly now
kicking and fussing for more food. The
lights flicker on, in the kitchen, alone now.
She pulls out the strawberries, a smile
playing upon her lips as she eats them.
Her other hand strokes upon her unborn child,
catching herself imagining him.
Imagining his little feet as he runs down the hall,
of his laughter as she tickles his feet,
of the smiles and of the joy,
of his little voice, so tender and sweet.
Soon his hands are placed gently on her waist,
and his warm voice whisperes in her ear,
"Honey, its three thirty and you have eaten
all the berries, come to bed dear."
A small smile escapes her lips as she follows
him to bed, another as he kisses her belly.
Then one is placed upon her lips, and he
whispered, "Strawberries, how yummy."
His snores chase her into her dreams,
where the little boy is playing happily,
and she smiles yet once again,
as soon this will be reality.
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