To the baby growing inside my womb:

we heard your heartbeat,
your father, Thomas and I.
Thomas smiled. Then opened
and closed his hand, imitating
your father, chanting beep, beep,
beep. 160 beats per minute.

you, measuring just one-and-
a-half inches with translucent
skin, a fully functioning baby
blueprint of the adult you will
someday grow to be. you can
open and close your hands
just like your older brother.
you respond when i press
my hand against my womb.

i wonder what you feel?
i wonder what you know?