Poppyseed

The day we first heard the words
“global pandemic,” you were already
growing in my womb, about the size
of a poppyseed, your cells collecting
just so.

The world grew tender and fuzzy,
like a flower bud.

We walked the same path
day after day, the ground growing
familiar under our feet, exchanging
gentle smiles with each passer-by,
a common thread linking us all,

and all the while, you were there.

Grace Dellis has a background in Rhetoric and works in Operations and Reporting in the Mental Health & Suicide Prevention sector. She has grown up fond of the written word and has been a poet - in some form or fashion - for over 20 years. Originally from the US, Grace currently resides in Sydney, Australia with her husband and their two beautiful sons.