Touched and untouched; parted, and never apart,
Slumbering within an inner earth.
Protectively cradled in an ancient union
Awaiting the dawn of birth.
Hands unseen shape this form,
Forever to be the mirror’s reflection.
What will those eyes someday see
In a lifetime of self-inspection?
Will the mirror show Mother’s smile
and reflect a stretching length?
Will this child be a daring one
Or one of quiet strength?
What will be those early dreams?
What color of youthful vision?
How will mind and memory grow
As experience brings revision?
For now the mystery remains concealed,
But soon the inner shaping will end.
Amazement will be wrapped in joy
As all the answers begin.
I wrote this in 1986 as a greeting card and congrats for my oldest niece when she became pregnant with her first child.
Thank you for visiting,