Can't wait to meet you

You aren't here yet,
I actually have barely meet you
and yet constantly felt you
and already I am certain my life will never be the same!

Confident that I couldn't live without
the presence that you are now,
who ever you are,
however you turn out to be.

The clock beats to my wonders
of the person of you,
who you are meant to be,
who you shall become.

Do not fright.
I have no fix idea
or image of what to expect.
Instead it is more a revival
of that feeling while growing up
when I was asked from time to time
who I would become
and I would day dream
picturing myself
every time differently...

A fire-woman!
No, a ballerina!
No, a singer!
No, a scientist!
No. I know, a woman police!
A world of possibilities, many so embracing.
...but now in a shorter time distance
and the picture I get
is of the abstract version of you.

I can picture your features,
your happiness and fulfillment
as we venture through
these alternative universes.
But you aren't here yet.

I breath deeply,
thanking the calendar for reaching
the point where you are no longer
in danger of not becoming.

I dread the times I go too long
without feeling you within my own
and my friends taunt my fragile tension
by saying it is the type of fear
that won't go away,
not even after you move out
and make your own way.

Whoever you are
I love you!
Whatever you need
I am here for you!
And nothing you can say
or do
will change that one bit.