Long night faded as sunlight bathed the room;

You delivered: my arms hungry to hold,

You quivered, infused with life and my heart swooned;

The first glance at my boy: bated and bold.

I, drawn to your prelapsarian space,

Touched the small fingers of your tiny hand;

I could smell all Eden in the embrace,

And see the world’s hourglass reverse her sand.

Now sleeping; your gentle breath bathes my skin;

As I lay hushed in the rhythm by your side,

A tender shoot quivering to begin;

You’ve left the watery world in me behind.

But as your aery arms reach for the sky

Ever the Earth of your Roots holds you nigh.