Part 1
The Child Within Me
See, Mother looking down, the gift you gave
to grow in me what you had sown in you,
a life like yours in me, as strong and brave
to bear the anguish yielding birth anew.
You taught me how to hold my friendships, dear;
be cautious not to act nor let a hand
rise up against my love, not anger, fear
nor fall beneath a cruel, unjust demand.
I wait alone, weak heart and panting breath,
a fetal soul within awaiting light
though Fate may deem for us an early death
your Faith in me still strong and burning bright.
The moment came: some “god’s” demanding will –
the child lies within me lifeless, still.
Part 2
The Child Within You
When first I opened tearing eyes to see
first light of day, first night, first quarter moon,
I lay in helpless heap, your arms and me
your flesh my comforter, not warm too soon.
Your breasts, my fountains, fed my child’s needs –
your body’s warmth – my heat, your mother’s way
to nurture by your voice, your loving deeds,
the smile beaming in the words you say.
I grew to love the you that gave me life,
my mother standing always by my side –
to father, faithful, too devoted wife –
angelic helpmate through the day you died.
Now, I am you, and we at last are one
as Heaven’s Father, Holy Ghost, and Son.