You-the purest pleasure <br />of my life, <br />the split pit <br />that proves <br />the ripeness of the fruit, <br />the unbroken center <br />of my broken hopes- <br /> <br />O little one, <br />making you <br />has centered my lopsided life <br /> <br />so that if I know <br />a happiness <br />that reason never taught, <br />it is because of your small <br />unreasonably wrigglish <br />limbs. <br />Daughter, little bean, <br />sprout, sproutlet, smallest <br />girleen, <br />just saying your name <br />makes me grin. <br /> <br />I used to hate the word Mother, <br />found it obscene, <br />& now I love it <br />since that is me <br />to you.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-molly-2/
