Fruits of My Womb
Fruits of my womb shall come faster
Than evil tongues and their snag wag
Because the hand of God, my master
Brandishes the royal flag
Hoisted higher, flown higher
Than any dissenting demonstration on Earth
In any contrary spire
Which under no circumstance can block the birth
God decreed in his infinite wisdom
Because God’s hands never short
Supplies bounties for the children in his kingdom
To creatures both great and small to whom God renders maximum support
At all times including mine
As long as God’s name I place above every other name
To strengthen my spine and kindred spines by dint of God’s divine
Power not only to cleanse every blemish, every blame, every unclean claim
Restoring the priceless dream
Including fruits of my womb
For my husband, me and my children as a team
Forever to live happily before the descent into my tomb.
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