God ties a ribbon;
upon my mother's womb.
As she waits for a tiny gift, (her only wish)
to arrive soon.
My presence comes,
but her patience goes.
The gift,
blessedly unraveling as time flows.
Always unwrapping,
beauty is slow.
My sweet mama,
what beauty could she know?
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 3:45 PM UTC
God ties a ribbon;
upon my mother's womb.
As she waits for a tiny gift, (her only wish)
to arrive soon.
My presence comes,
but her patience goes.
The gift,
blessedly unraveling as time flows.
Always unwrapping,
beauty is slow.
My sweet mama,
what beauty could she know?
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