Your right hand made me
While your left arm cuddled
Me towards your breast
I’m now an earth-seed
I am flesh and blood
Aware of my puny self
And shaping, and re-shaping you
In my own indistinct, murky image
Until I mature to bear
Fruit of self-giving
And my flesh is warm enough
To incubate another life
The very purpose and destiny
That prompted you
To fashion, and re-fashion
My being in your distinct image!
While your left arm cuddled
Me towards your breast
I’m now an earth-seed
I am flesh and blood
Aware of my puny self
And shaping, and re-shaping you
In my own indistinct, murky image
Until I mature to bear
Fruit of self-giving
And my flesh is warm enough
To incubate another life
The very purpose and destiny
That prompted you
To fashion, and re-fashion
My being in your distinct image!
Henry Victor 15.04.2004
