Sweet expectancy

 

In her third month of hysteric pregnancy

Already on her face the soft traits of motherhood

She said Magdalene would be a special name as well as Sophie

In the case it was a male, Vincenzo Maria

 

In her sixth month of hysteric pregnancy

Everyone thought it was not appropriate to bother the truth

All full of remorse for tormenting her

To give birth to a child until she was in fertile age

 

While she was waiting for the happy event

That would never take place

She bought maternity dresses and a wooden cradle

Like the ones they used to make

It was written all over her face she was immensely happy

About the sweet expectancy

 

In her ninth month of hysteric pregnancy

Everyone’s act remained unchanged out of cowardice

It would only be a matter of a few days until she explained to herself

The unpleasant equivocation she was the one and only author of

 

While she was waiting for the happy event

That would never take place

She could feel that creature move with superb grace

Like a performing trapeze artist

It was written all over her face she was immensely happy

 

While she was waiting for the happy event

She had already thought about everything

Priest, baptism and hospital

From the wooden cradle like the ones they used to make

To all the several kinds of music box

 

Mystical and slow

The sweet expectancy