Someone stole my child while I was
sleeping,
And left a fine young lady in her
place.
Her appearance is familiar;
The fairness of her skin and hair,
The huge blue eyes and lightness of
frame all quite expected;
The products of her genes.
She’s steeped in music and words,
And will carry these abilities
through her life;
The products of her upbringing.
The surprise is in the woman she’s
become.
All by herself, she’s a spirit of the
age
With her finger on society’s pulse.
An artist, an aesthetician,
A social justice warrior,
A defender of human rights,
A lover of animals and
A voice for the voiceless,
The shy little girl has become
Politically bold,
Unapologetically outspoken,
A loyal friend, who will not tolerate
The mistreatment of others.
We spend nine months
Expecting a baby.
Time and experience will show us
Who that child will become,
And that is the Unexpected.
