A mother struggles to nurture what was once within
Magically dances outside
Through the world of surprises and dangers.
The tender seed has grown into a stout tree,
Miracle of miracles,
Separate yet still of the same flesh
The same blood,
From outside in to inside out
Through the world of enterprise and opportunity.
‘I’ am now ‘you’ and ‘me’
And nothing can stop this process
Until completion’s smile spreads across our souls.