Big bellyfull o' baby. So much change, so much to prepare, so ready for tiny Baby Briggs.
What pattern so advanced
it seems to me magic,
locked invisibly in vacant air,
herds the teeming cells accurately
into an eye, heart, hand.
I want to kneel that this is possible.
To feel the power to paint, write,
hear music, and know these only
ghosts - raindrops to a storm.
- Gillian K. Ferguson