She will be joyous the day she gives life-
To her first-born, a baby like pearl.
And even I will shed happy tears,
For I once loved her in my own dreamy world.

I know once that I called her ‘wildflower’
But maybe that’s changed – for the better.
Perhaps she has seen and asked the question
Of where all her wiles would get her.

I was once full of cynicism
But who has to cry for all time?
Then maybe I shouldn’t have cried at all
For love I think is a two-hearted chime.

And so now she goes to give birth;
That which she’d told me she’d never wish for.
Now it is there, maybe for the sake of spite,
But I think she couldn’t wish for better more.