To A Child Unborn

Listen, future child unborn

Not imagined in the womb,

Read these words of yesterday

As if I were in the room;

For ingrained in every passion

That you hold or dislikes accrue,

I am silently guiding your path

In everything that you do;

I did not invent this route

From the cloth I have been torn,

For I too am carrying the torch

I am the past reborn;

For death alone could not part us

My seed was cast anew,

And although you do not know it,

I am still a part of you.