My children are nameless
they are mere souls
waiting to be born
they are numberless
and divided
they are sexless
and have yet no form
they wander in obscurity
time's passages
awaiting years
for the nine month countdown
to emerge
with faces and with names
into the hands
of the unknown mother
who yet knows nothing
of this conception.
Mal Foster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preconception-2/
