Karen at 35

Child of mine,

who will you be?

Come out of my body

to me, to me.

 

At the border between one life and two,

Kären rocks, one hand steady

on the back of her own trusted leg,

one lightly at rest on the globe

that has recreated its shape in her belly.

Beneath the bulge of a whole other world

her feet feel at home on the ground,

find their way through invisible

fields of force as if through a song.

 

Child of mine,

who will you be?

Come out of my body

to me, to me.