Day 1,075

The small life inside you
does not have a name yet.
You are calling her Future.
You are calling her Tomorrow.
You are calling her Sun
rising over fertile fields. Sun
setting over a quiet sea.
You are calling her by the names
of everything you’ve lost:
mother, father, grandmother.
House. Books. The pot
you cooked soup in. The shoes
you wore to your wedding.
Your first child’s first
shoes. That child: his
walking. His morning smile.
You speak to this life
inside you. Sing to her.
Strengthen her with the strength
of your will. Your wanting.
Your belief that the fields
will flower again, and she
will run to you on strong
legs, holding colorful
new blossoms in her hands.