She became filled earlier

As the late of destiny carved her creation

To the unsuspecting few

Holding in and hiding the pregnancy

She continued the dance, she moved

A year before now the dance would draw to an end

And the cleansing would need to begin

This next breed would be the bridge into the millenium

I was brought in then

I was then blessed to aid the midwives

Thirty nine weeks crawled

And it seemed as if this walk would never run

Until she pulled a plushe filled push

And out from her came them



Each a radiant distinctive

Familiar as I have never seen in gazes before

They were filled blessed like thrills