Though I have held upon my flesh a daughter and a son.
or why the yellow daffodil smiles only in the spring.
And yet, I wait....anticipate....the wonder of it all.
And dream of yellow daffodils when summer smiles at fall.
The rhythm of the ocean’s tide,
as I stroll along the shore.
And yet, I know....within my soul....
....the blood was shed for me.
Though I may never comprehend
