Something I have known for a few days

PREGNANT

Mirrors and windows both a sort of door
Someone is coming through, but not quite yet.
Dark clouds are some way off. We can forget
them for we're centred here. There's nothing more
than this. Smile hand cradle caress a curve
that's just a promise; serious dark eyes
knew this would happen it is no surprise
from grief a joy that all of us deserve
few of us get. A child whose birth's on show
as few have been because there is no shame
in naked or in public. Call its name
wonder and marvel. And its fame will grow.
Music and words and this most perfect art
a human act in which we all take part.