Broad Spectrum

I am not sure if you will ever exist, but I have hopes that you eventually will. I know that if you do one day come along, you will be the most precious gift God will ever deliver, however, you will only be on loan to me. And until the day that our father rings the church bells for you to return home, I will preach to you all of my knowledge and protect you with my everything. I long to give your first bath, when your pinkie toe splashes the warm water and sends shivers up your spine. I long to see the colors in your hair develop as I gently finger through it before bedtime stories. I long to see the innocent smile spread across your face when your father arrives home from work and embraces you in his open arms. I long for the early nights nestled in bed and the everlasting pajama days spent laughing with you. I long for your first trip to the library when you inhale the sweetness of the timeworn books and gasp in amazement at the realization of the many different dreams you are able to live. And once the books begin to speak to you and whisper stories of a flawless world that you ache to be a part of, I will be waiting for you with my everlasting embrace. I vow to always listen, as I wish for you to always speak. I wish for you to hide nothing; please, babygirl, speak your hurt, speak your loneliness, and speak your fears. I promise you are not alone in this horrid world. I vow to carry you through hardships until the day that you only want me by your side. Even then, I vow to walk in your footsteps to ensure that you are fully sewn back together. But most of all, I long for your moment of ease and your gasp of relief when you are ridden of the anxiety and overcome with clarity after understanding my love for you.

-Molly Slaten Moorer