This morning I felt your back against my hand and the
bump, bump, bump
of your body vibrate as you hiccuped again,
Your father felt you, too.
And then on the other side of my belly, suddenly your foot poked up and I held either side of your tiny foot pressed against my skin.
You give me butterflies.
You make me feel the depths of my soul I had forgotten about–not realized were there.
My fingers tap these keys, writing, and there you are.
Your tiny, little hiccups.