A dull, cloudy morning,
On the couch with my parents,
Cozy, like the three little bears.
My dad holds the camera,
An unexpected turn in the lethargic morning conversation
My dad tells me to look at some papers,
Confused and unsure,
Why are they meant for me to read?
All the words on the paper were blocked out,
Except for one—like a lighthouse, flashing news…
My legs jump in the air,
My feet tap out the sound of joy.
Then I know what the camera is for.
These new and different feelings and thoughts
Crowd my head
Like a crowded pack of people at the Macy’s Thanksgiving
I would have to take care of someone
Small, gentle, and fragile like a feather.
What to do, what to do?
This new baby—new person in my life
Will change the way I think of others,
And will change the way I care for others.
A baby brother? A baby sister?
Someone I am excited about,
Someone I’m looking forward to—someone absolutely new.