Open-mouthed we cried for a
Baby-God, for a golden child
To marry the sunsets with the
Lands from which we came!
We cried for our Manifest-love
To be born into a better world
With short-comings and impoverished
We sought to be lifted by
An unknown dream, deeply familiar
And elusive, we gilded the fires
Of creation in our minds until
Pregnancy awoke us from our slumber
And that was it, the greatest day
At least, that is the part we most remember
The Times are Tidy when we feel lucky
To be a Hero for a day to someone.