A sonnet on pregnancy

your features radiant with primal grace
your body in obedience gives room
to our expanding life, a hiding place,
a safe and silent sanctuary womb

expecting stars to lighten up the gloom
and earths & moons to fill in empty space
this mortal race awakes but to resume
the tread of daily work’s circuitous pace

our expectations show a common face
no different from what first we did presume
but nature, in its love and warm embrace
provides new life, sets flowers in full bloom

a bosom raised in graceful pregnancy
the future of a race in infancy