There is a cycle to life that encompasses birth, growth and death, and I am stressed

So much rests on this babies little head, so much joy and love waiting to be expressed

A focus for tenderness and hope that will embrace and comfort grief, sooth hurt and calm ire,

As I wait for the birth of this precious child I am anxious, hopeful, excited and afire

I cannot wait to hold her and feel the warmth of her, the smell, the damp, warm feeling

To bond with her and encircle her with her family so she can start the healing

So much rests on this babies head as she joins a family split by a ravaging wolf

She is the new life, new world, new beginning, She is the future, its hers to engulf 

But she is not here yet and the days and hours are endless as I wait for news of her birth

All the strong women in my family, those who have passed and those here on earth

Will be with my daughter as she labours

so much rests on her head