And I find a million new craft projects
And beautiful art by people
Who inspire me to carry forward
With my own rogue artwork
But then suddenly
The pictures creep in
Baby clothes
Parenting advice
What to expect when you're expecting
And my heart aches a little
I shoo it away
(Or tuck into
The quiet corners of my heart).
I sigh.
The love of my life
Is asleep next to me on our couch
Tucked into my side
Keeping me warm
And safe
And reminded of the pure joy
and blinding intensity
Of our love.
But between the sweetness
Of his sleeping face,
My dreams,
All these crafts that make my brain think
Pinterest understands me too well...
I close my eyes and I sigh again
I speak to God about
The dreams I have tucked into
The corners of my heart again,
And I try to hold onto the hope
That one of these days
That all these odds and ends and pins
Will culminate into action
And a small bundle of promise
With tiny hands
And tiny toes