(HE thinks):

Mmmm, let me see, I’ve made Adam, and he’s okay
And Eve, too, from his rib cage.

What else is needed for my cosmos?
My recipe’s just misplaced, I know it’s not lost.

Ahh, there it is where I was working before.
Dark, Light; done that, ocean and seas, animals galore.

Made continents and the phenomena of the weather,
Just need some extra things to make this world better.

I know! I’ll make a Mother and give humanity some leverage.
She’ll be the panacea, an elixir, a potent beverage.

Providing nourishment from conception until month nine,
Then nurture her offspring until such time

The call will be for the most of what’s best
That others can’t give; others don’t possess.

(HE thinks some more…she’ll need):

The softness of a cloud, playfulness of a puppy;
The swiftness of a gazelle, the innocence of a guppy.

The guile of a summer squall, warmth of a kitten’s tummy;
The stealth of a lion, the curiosity of a bunny.

The strength of a tornado, the comfort of downy eider,
The patience of a sloth, the tenacity of a spider.

The stature of Saturn, the humility of a lamb;
The cuteness of a koala, the stubbornness of a ram.

Arms long as my universe from points undiscovered,
With the composite love of Angels so she can cover

For me when I’m busy in Heaven all day,
And sit in for me and watch her children play.

04/14/2005

Posted on 04/14/2005
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