Here you will find the Poem Sonnet Of Motherhood XL of poet Zora Bernice May Cross
A miracle of miracles is here. Take off your shoes. This place is holy ground. No man-child ours like that the shepherd found By dreaming Mary when the Star burned clear. Our God has given us a woman, dear, 390ഊWith satin skin her dimpling shoulders round. No pinkest shell with sea-blown bubbles crowned Could match the marvel of her tiny ear. How like to me, and yet ?tis you?all you. I dare not touch her. Take your soul, My Own. Set in my body with your mind, your sight, Your dreams and thoughts with every promise true? A queen to sit upon a regal throne With a man?s soul won out of woman?s right.