With eyes that use not earthly light or color I see you often, little babe to be. Will it be months or years before you enter This mundane school of life with blood of me? Which one of my descendants here will woo you? Will you still have my mouth, my eyes, my hair? Will you arrive while I am still in earth life, Or after I have journeyed over there? However, you'll be welcome and beloved Whenever Karma designates your birth, To bless us -- first girl in our generation -- My child's grandchild, yet to be born on earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR |