Crochet

* This piece isn't new but it was inspired by my son and as I now approach the final days of this pregnancy, I am once again reminded what an inspiration my children are to me.



it no longer bugs me when guys call me mami,
cause in a short while it's what i will be...
on the train the old woman asks me what i'm knitting
i tell her it's crochet,
as if the words never crossed her hearing aid,
she continues with whatever she wants to say
about how she could never get the jist of it,
and so nice to see young people do some shit like this, and then asks again what am i making
i'm making history
a gift for my unborn child i reply,
don't really know what it is but i expect it to take it's own shape as with everything else in my life..
so now finishing it almost two months later, i wonder
will he still love it when he's older?
and how long will it be before he can't use it anymore?
perhaps when he's too big for a crib and needs a big boy bed
will he still have it in his closet when girls fill his head?
and when he goes away to college, will he take it with him?
or will it be left behind with me?
and then i come back to reality,
not knowing what the sex will be,
perhaps i've mistaken her identity and
chose the wrong color...
in which case i'll have to begin another,
this one a cotton-candy pink, with a spinkle border,
if i begin now it'll be ready in time to recieve my daughter.
i'll wrap her in it every night until i can no longer hold her...
and maybe even teach her how to crochet one on her own once she's older.
so that years from now when she's grown, married and gone
she can make something for her child too ..
a special piece that cannot be duplicated just like them,
letting them know how special i think he or she is...