LOVE'S CHILD

I speak to you from the womb
where I've spent the last eight months.
You've carried me around
and I kicked as my being took shape.

They call me love's child,
alive yet unborn,
you satisfy my needs
without my ever asking.

I wonder if you know
that I can feel your love.
It helps me grow a heart
that I will take with me
when you deliver me to life.

Before you let me go
please give me a name,
and I will wear it like a cloak
as your gift of separation.