To a pregnant friend

Uncentred lies thine form in times replete,
now gather ye a flower from the morn.
To grow your garden, youth around your feet,
and hailing eventide when child is born.

Yon husband glides a kite in these grey times,
while all around does cotton feel the shine.
Unhalted, ever growing, in your prime,
when challenges are truth placed on the line..

And yet you sing, now grateful are your words,
for that to you, another shall be sprung.
And to you everlasting are the birds,
rejoicing in the lay which you have sung.

Harmonic joy now added to the earth.
A maiden fair has given from her birth.