The Mother groaned
Anxious excitement
She felt the push
A kicking strive for life
Strong
Ready to be born
Ready to be born
Son of thunder?
Daughter of grace?
Lost in the unborn's
Demand for
Demand for
Its fast furious life
Filled with the birth, death, sadness
and joy
Of the world
Unafrraid
It was ready to be born
Unafrraid
It was ready to be born
Ready to stretch its eyes
Toward the sun
To be bathed by the moon
Though it would live for only a
year
It was ready
“Push” yelled Father Time clumsily blotted
Mother Earth’s straining sweat soaked brow
“Push”
Mother Earth’s straining sweat soaked brow
“Push”
Arduous labor but
By midnight the mothers cry of release
Was joined by the stuttering wail of the newborn
They would have to learn fast
As the world awaits
By midnight the mothers cry of release
Was joined by the stuttering wail of the newborn
They would have to learn fast
As the world awaits
