Pregnant Thoughts

Sometimes you can’t avoid Contracting this good disease, It invades the whole body But gets better by degrees! Sometimes the hottest fever Burns an anxious brow Until the newest “creation” Comes to birth somehow. Yet, oh what great joy When, at last it comes to life; So emotional a release that You can cut the air with a knife. From the womb of the mind Those fertile seeds of thought Grew, and did truly flourish From nothing, to such import That, now you are so proud To be the Father of a “child”; A result of inner turmoil From one so meek and mild. How pleased you will be After such sweat and tears, To look at it time and again Over many joyful years.