boy dylan
my child is fluttering beneath my heart. a tiny butterfly with delicate wings. i feel like my stomach is a sleepy world, where everything is warm and everything trembles with the gentle rock of a mother’s heartbeat. he is only tiny and he cannot hear yet, but i sing to him. lullabies inspired by the way i imagine him. a blonde baby with a swollen bottom lip and round eyes. a boy that will grow freckles, long ringlet hair and an imagination. my boy.