The Day Before

I wonder what my mother did

the day before I was born:

I think she went to the movies,

I think she looked at the sky,

I think she ate her favorite lunch,

and chased it down with some pie.

I think she kissed my father,

I think she fed the birds,

I think she sat and pondered on

the clues in her crosswords.

I think she felt me moving,

I think she felt me kick,

I think she was ready to see me,

and wanted to do it quick.

I think she dreamed her dreams,

I think she hoped her hopes,

I think she was wishing the best for me,

and prayed she’d learn the mommy ropes.