I can see you through a mysterious veil, beautiful boy, Running around in the loins of the Divine, Waiting to be selected for an earth bound journey, Fair-skinned, chubby, fully anointed vessel from beyond earth. I asked you of the Creator That He would fashion for me, One more child to expand my nuclear home, A delight to his parents and older siblings, One to be dotted upon by all. But a shaky homestead, a failure in necessary foundations Has aborted your earth-bound journey, The womb that waited to carry you has been placed On a burning stove, conditions are non-conducive To bear you to term. I hunger for you, to hold you in my arms, kiss you and name you, Jewel of Heaven, Servant of the Most High, But I am sorry, my son I have no choice but to relinquish you to another, Let another loving female mother you, While I wait for you to grow up and come to me, This decision hurts as though my heart is seared with a branding iron, I must work hard to dim the images I created in my mind Of you, your conception, birth and growth, Of our family including, holding you, I wait for you, my yet unborn son.