In the stillness of the early morning before the birds rise and the paper arrives my mind has time to think of you. I run my hands over my belly surprised when you make your presence known by beating your heart against my palms reminding me of the life i now hold. Slow and steady a repititous beat could be felt in my cupped hands motherland africa you have blessed me holding onto the spirit of our little one she gives me rhythm and strength to continue on this journey with peace and tranquiltity. Rhythm like waves can be heard if one can lay calm enough to appreciate. I fall back into dream loving you and the way i feel.