Zeitgeist

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.