Darling Boy, you've brought your father and I so much joy. Your face is sheer delight, Your sleeping face in the deep of night. I remember you in my womb, As you kicked like you were kicking the wall of a tomb. And then you burst out of me, Like a ripe fruit into the sunshine. My pomegranate, my prickly-pear. Where you are is here; I'm with you: Everywhere.
Reason for writing:
When I gave birth to my first child, last May, it was an
experience that changed my life. But all for the better.
Having a child, my darling boy, has given me hope for the
future of life on this planet, not only my own. I appreciate
my own mother and father even more now.
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