On pregnancy

your features radiant with primal grace

your body in obedience gives room

to our expanding life, a hiding place,

a safe and silent sanctuary womb

expecting stars to lighten up the gloom

and earths & moons to fill in empty space

this mortal race awakes but to resume

the tread of daily work’s circuitous pace

our expectations show a common face

no different from what first we did presume

but nature, in its love and warm embrace

provides new life, sets flowers in full bloom

a bosom raised in graceful pregnancy

the future of a race in infancy