The Tie
I grow, like a seed, inside your womb;
Your warmth nourishes the garden
that cultivates my soul.
Behind virgin eyes, the picture
of a voice looms;
The sound of you is truer to me
than all godly scriptures foretold.
Already, I feel your
presence inside me,
A miniscule heart
beathing purpose into my existence.
Nestled within the
shell of my body,
You are a pearl as
precious and pure as first love's essence.
Every emotion you feel, I feel too
As if my heart and mind were etched
directly from pieces of yours.
Even from my fetal craddle, I learn
from you:
Your song is the melody of the
vast ocean from which love pours.
Whispering to you
through the barrier of skin,
A thousand names I
call you for you encompass all living creation.
My child, a constant
thought in my mind you have been;
Now you quietly sleep
in my belly, miracle altar of conception.
Sole and true Goddess of my Heaven,
I can only imagine the beauty of
you who will be my mother.
Until the day on which your smile
to me is given,
I will dream, at the sound of your
voice, of the life that awaits together.
Make of my body your
home as months go by;
I will guard it as
the box that holds all the world's treasures unknown.
Then, at the exact
moment when you utter your first cry,
You will take reign
over my heart and become the heiress to my throne.
May the tie never be broken
By which a mother and daughter
have for the first time spoken...