In wonder

breath has been baited in expectation
we wait for you
we wait to know,
we wonder and ask each other
and name a million names
knowing you'll wear all of them, and none of them.
my heart flutters in pink expectations
and i wish to grab his hand late at night
feel
but he can't - not yet, you're still all mine.
we've been waiting to know
who to expect
and dreams and hopes and promises lifted high
and today we
find
i wish i can grab his hand as i see you
but he's not here,
home with those other three
and i learn you're fourth.
inhale
really?

then happiness bursts blue all over
i can't imagine this home
our hearts all intertwined
without these four boys to hold and love.

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(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
~ e.e. cummings