Sonnet for a Babe in the Womb

A babe within her mother’s womb abides,

And grows some more each day by day in peace.

Her wat’ry world  enough wherein now resides

With but nine-month limit of her lease.

When first conceived the plan in whole is drawn;

From hair to toes the first few cells will come

To grow what lies between in life’s fresh dawn:

A link from distant past to will become.

But now must leave this small warm room,

To go to larger realms and venture forth.

As G-d has knit her on this inward loom,

To live her part and show a human’s worth.

Three quatrains and a couplet ne’er can give

The wonders that a person’s life may live.

Don Belding, OBM, talented poet and blogger