Rapt with wonder, I bore her for nine moons
With her birth, my whole world bent over her
I fed her, washed her, hugged her, sang her tunes
I let my perfect love flow over her.

Then Lord of Disaster knocked at my door
Took her away from me when she was nine
I cried, called, contended, used all my lore
But she vanished as a daughter of mine.

Lamenting, I gave up living, loving
Became a nil, a dead void, a hermit
In my nightmares, I cried, "Stop shoving!
Bring my baby back, I'm ruined, I admit!"

She is my soul, has been, will always be
How can I live apart from part of me!