What I would give
to give you, child,
this broken pearl I call earth
this womb lacerated by
a thousand wounds, a hundred swords,
a dozen thoughts tainted by the daily wars
this blackened crystal of crust
made milk by a soft cry of your unborn voice: Mama!
Child, with this one word you
salvage this broken mass, give it meaning,
bring down arms, make it whole again;
and I remember once more why it is
that you are the one
who deliver me.