so flutter away silent one,
the movement speaks volumes.
as your siblings rival
you remain safe for this time
from the harshness of human nature.

the sweetest feeling of comforting tiredness,
at the end of a day that happens as it should,
with friends, family, food, and warmth,
in a small, yellow, wooden house called
home.

november week twenty three...

so i sit and sit
tired and happy
content but mystified
by the being that grows
inside,
so like your sisters
eager to press on my
ribs, maybe to escape
your warm home for now
not knowing what you
are in for...