Poem

I never know what to call my poems (title them, whatever) But...this one I started the other day & finished yesterday. This angst & what-have-you that I'm feeling related to relocation is apparently pretty good fodder for creativity.

Sometimes I look at you
while you're there sleeping
so peacefully
and I wonder
is this what our kids would look like
all sweet and relaxed, untroubled
kinda pouty at times
would they have your blue eyes or mine?
would they have your smile?
my thick curly hair?
your brown, my blonde?
would they have my allergies
your sense of humor
your teeth? my nose?
I wonder these things
while you're there sleeping
[and I know it's cheesy]
my heart caught still in my chest
just for a moment
realizing I'm looking at
our future