Twelve Weeks - a Poem

Twelve Weeks

by Rachel ForsterMy eyelids closed,I curl my toes,I feel.Her hand press her stomach.I wonder if, when at last she knows.Will she finally think of me?Or of what I will be,If given the choice?There are some things that weCannot see,Like organs now formed inside of me,But that's the way it's meant to be:Being hidden, veiled in secrecy,Gives life an air of mystery.I hope when at last I am revealedMy mother will rejoiceUntil that day please speak for meBecause I have no voice.