O, not alone I weave this miracle <br />Of glowing spirit from my body’s zone. <br />With every moment of the life unknown <br />You feed the glory of a growing cell. <br />All day I think of you, and night must tell <br />Dreams of my dreams unto your heart alone; <br />So, seeing you, I take you, O my own, <br />Into my child where first you wrought Life’s spell. <br /> <br />Dearest, as much as I, you breathe in pain, <br />Breeding yourself—your very soul from me <br />By look and sign, soft word and action strong, <br />And all you longed for in its form regain. <br />I am a humble haven where we three, <br />Father and child and mother, make a song.<br /><br />Zora Bernice May Cross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-of-motherhood-xxvii/
