Poetry for My Little One

In my history class this week, we wrote object poems from something we had in our bag. I happened to have this ultrasound picture in mine and here is what I wrote:

I am photo, shiny and blurry
I am smooth to the touch
A square within a rectangle
I am shadows and light, playing together

I am like all the other moments
caught in time and framed
on your walls

As Kevin examined me, his hands shook
in wonder at the image captured
with in, his long fingers
traced the figure.

I remember the first time you
saw a picture like me,
the first time you had a glimpse--
the wonder

If I asked you what will be my dream

Then I think you will say
that the world is full of bright colors
shade and shadows, noise and quiet,
moving and stillness.