A Poem is Born
Published in
Mar 22, 2024
The Process
Out of love, you were conceived.
Out of love, you will be set free.
I felt you move in me before you were ever born.
Then, from out of my loins, you came forth.
Little by little, you began to mature.
I gave you heart…I gave you soul,
I gave you eyes
And hands to hold.
All I can give you now is wings to fly and a name.
I think I shall call you…
A poem.