giving birth, Mother Earth.
The pain, the joyful pain.
Wave after wave, a tormenting refrain.
The waiting is over, to see you, at last.
Gift of the Goddess,
of ages past.
Ugly bundle, into life you are thrust,
so helpless, SO wanted
accepted in trust.
Now we’re together, and the battle is won
your mother loves you
my child, my son.
November 1993, Hillingdon, copyright Lysanne Sizoo