“I was assailed by pangs of sweet pain in my loins
Sharp spasms that mock all my yearnings and toils
God! How I needed to bear a child of my own!
A child to drink with my heart before my days are gone
A baby, oh, a sweet, helpless baby to break my dam
A baby to command my universe with one word – Mum!
That was before I was witness to Mystery at mid-day
You see, my dear sister birthed a baby the other day
I bore witness to the arrival of that piece of pure destiny
I held her in my arms, my soul soaked in a sea of ecstasy
I cried for her baby – a cry to a father said to live above:
Why can’t I have a baby without the pain of a man’s love?”