A thought is born.
Conceived in the mind,
Nurtured by the careful,
Yet careless hand of time,
An almost timeless gestation,
Long hours of labour,
In the maternity of the mind,
Delivered by the dexterous midwifery,
Of quiet meditation,
Born ready to run,
Fugitive creature,
Failure to catch at birth,
Could mean permanent loss,
Of a precious child of thought.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
