The journey begins with just thoughts, Visions existing only in the mind Of yet uncreated kicks and laughs and burps Of a beauty yet to be beholden, A bundle of joy and excitement A long awaited little brother. The wait has been long, almost aborted Yet the unending stream of existence, Of minute by minute yearning pushed against the door that won't budge, To release the trapped entity, The little companion so much yearned for. Oh! But it is not for you It is for my kids! We created him in our minds, Dreamed of and visualized his cry and play Even his moments of suckle; He has become a dream almost tangible, For me and my kids. Names line up to welcome and christen the wonder boy, You have a huge role to play Yet, you alone, could not have made it happen, You lost the charm and power of persuasion That once was perpetually my undoing, Left to you alone, I would not welcome him It is for my kids For their need of just one more To populate their circle, The more, the merrier. I must have jumped a wide expanse of steps To be where I am today From a dotting partner To a nonchalant reservation, Yet in between exists unspoken traumas That tingle the ear; Yes, I'll go through it one more time, Just for my kids.