Little Wishes
I wish that, just once,
I would have known the wonder
of waking to the stirring
of a new life in me...
that, just once,
a loving man had held me
his warm hands on my belly
heart filled with awe and tenderness
at the little one within me -
part of both of us.
I wish that, just once,
I could have known the wisdom
shared eternally; universaly
among those called Mother -
worn, torn, and useful
aged yet ageless -
that, just once,
the fear of delivering that new person
into this world so strange and complex
would have been conquered by
that first loud wailing:
my Child, greeting me...
K.E.C., 07 October 1997