Children are a blessing to the wise, an expense to the foolish
To the future a rightful bride, and a groom to the truest

A vanguard to places never seen, soil never stepped on
Speakers of things never heard of, and doers of deeds beyond timid belief

Strong for the sake of our remembrance, they toil to retain our essence
Even long after we are gone, our breath remains with their presence

O future son! And my future daughter!
I will devote my very existence to your being,
My every move and thought to your feelings
Though I cannot see you, I imagine you wholly complete
From head to feet
A shadow along my path, and a support to my gait
I wait in patience, anxious at your arrival I remain.