the first time i felt her move

i wish i had written it down,
the first time i felt her move.

that sweet butterfly flutter
that travels up from the belly
and nestles into the soul

and the whole world pauses in awe
as the longing for life
makes itself known from deep within.

it lasts for just a mere half second,
wholly immeasurable in its holiness,
and ripe with a stirring from God himself.

oh i wish i had written it down,
the first time i felt her move.

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