One Year Today

You do know how to wait
Almost a day and half
You gave a nudge
But wait
The birth street is not open

Your papa's sweat
Beaded and glistened like pearls
Still we wait

The big roundness of the moon
Sent rays of moonshine
So you'll find your way out

Still we wait

Abuelos anticipating
As if it were to be the first time
They will hold a pea-sized hand

Still we wait

No pains came it was difficult to tell
Whether you're coming
Still you take your sweet time
Serenely floating
In your sac of life

I couldn't blame you
The outside is a completely alien place
But that is still a far away place

Don't be too late in coming
My little Kiara
Papa and mama would very much like to meet you

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