I feel your body move and turn
Inside of mine.
All your contours I would learn
To know you’re fine.
Built like a flower ‘neath the sun,
A clover stem.
So fragile you are just begun,
Each tiny limb.
My body aches with weight that pulls
Me out and down,
And yet I would not be the fool
To sigh or frown
When precious is the life inside.
This little while
I carry you with joy and pride,
My firstborn child.
I will not promise you the world
Nor any gain
Beyond that of my soul unfurled
And this, your name.
All my heart and knowledge slim
Is yours to reap.
I will not grant your every whim
But I will keep
Always your good above my own
And pray that you
Will find the love that I have known
And seek the truth.