sonnet for an unborn child

‘Tis said the Monday’s child is full of grace
And fair of face is Tuesday’s bairn

But for this soon born child of the human race
May she all the best from its parents learn
Following in their footsteps a love of life seen

From her mother may the creative juices we detect
And from her father a joy of sport can she glean
From them both an intelligence and keen intellect
A child growing up in a town by the sea

Will learn laughter and see sense in the bizarre
A beauty of nature and become an individual be
This she’ll gather and from there go far

Bringing joy and peace to Self without lies
She’ll love in this and dwell ‘neath loves own eyes.

For Lulu