I walked along that stormy shore
Taking stock: needing to explore
So many sea shells to inspect
So much of nature to collect & store
My baby grew inside: what's more!
This blessed exercise: so necessary
To my state of mind: kept me well
Helped me to be kind: internalised
Kept me grounded: kept me sane
I felt that blessed joy because I knew
That one day very soon: I'd meet you!
My beautiful little girl: sorry my love
Thought you were a boy: called you Fred
How was I to know I'd get my first precious girl?
We left everything up to our Lord
Knew you'd grow in grace; inside that place
That beautiful cocoon: my womb!
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