My children are nameless <br />they are mere souls <br />waiting to be born <br />they are numberless <br />and divided <br />they are sexless <br />and have yet no form <br />they wander in obscurity <br />time's passages <br />awaiting years <br />for the nine month countdown <br />to emerge <br />with faces and with names <br />into the hands <br />of the unknown mother <br />who yet knows nothing <br />of this conception.<br /><br />Mal Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preconception-2/
