Allison Grayhurst




This child will come

like the spinning of a maypole –

strong colours entwined

and all her blood in unison

with the sun.

She will be a glorious bird,

sure of her place on this earth,

sure of the love that moves from

each breathing lung to the unseen stars,

tied to it all like water is to the shore,

like a night breeze coming to soothe

the summer day’s scorch.

She will be set free by her heart’s

irregular beat, unique in her beauty and

in her strength.

This child will come, welcomed

like a prayed-for dream.

We will hold her and know her –

our highest visions united then separated

into an infant being.



.Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst


Our Children Are Orchardsamazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst


Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017




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