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To my unborn child

 

Written By

Wm. West
11/84

 

Seed of my loins reflection of me
A mystery waits of the gender to be
I feel not your movements, as you swim about
For you are within and I am without
                      

But I can envision, as I have to wait

For creation's nine months to finally abate
Two names have been chosen, one fashion for you
When the production is finished and brought into view

 

Grow on sweet offspring, tiny hands and feet
Until the matrix is open and we meet
I feel not your movements as you swim about
For you are within and I am without
 

 

John Wycliffe 1320-1384

John Wycliffe 1320-1384

 

John 10:9 I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.

 

 

 

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