A Mothers Song

My little unborn child,
I carry you
Without your yes
or not to life and light.

Would you consent, I wonder, to be born.
If you could choose and know each grief, each plight

We all endure who walk the mortal road?
Would you consent to share the human load?

I think you would; you are so close, so close
These many months to one rejoicing heart

You cannot help but feel how strong, how sweet
A joy can be, and long to claim your part

In such a heritage which life bestows
To more than compensate for all the woes.

I know you would; for I can promise you
The wonders of the stars, the seas, the hills,

The miracle of love and comradeship,
The breathless sum of loveliness which fills