Making a child
For giving love a dual name.
For saving its own sense.
For completing our life with an overwhelming sense
Of happiness and lightness...
Let's make this child
By bringing him into existence,
Slowly,
With our kisses and light glancing touches,
Until we can feel him inside shivering,
In both of us.
Let's give him his own body,
This most common clay which belongs to us,
Let's give him the freedom to be born.
At that special moment
Of losing control
And fusion of souls,
When the happiness
Seems to be so much
The magical sensation
Of being in touch with God.
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-a-child/
