my child —

trace thy spine and relish

feel strength in bones that from a mother's womb did sculpt

thick blood which coated.

and should the woman no longer provide

whose love may no longer be unconditional,

do no fret.

for my child

the world is to be yours and mine —

allow our endeavours 'nd aspirations to reach the moon

and should we miss, may we land amongst the stars.

in bliss we must smile,

we must laugh.

for god has sculpted me a child for me to love.

rejoice in that we have each other

although we have gotten lost in our conception,

we have finally found each other.

and in that

we must remember our strength