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Eve, Learning of Pregnancy

Poem

A ewe taught me. She grew in girth, 
spreading her legs as she walked.
One morning she stayed in the fold,

shuddering. What is this? I thought.
Will we lose her? I stayed there 
all day and at last saw a miracle

come through her body, a tiny copy 
of its mother, staggering then bleating. 
Was this why my own stomach

has stirred and now blooms as if 
I have swallowed the August sun?
This is my future, I suddenly see,

to give my body bringing new life.

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BYU Studies 65:1
ISSN 2837-004x (Online)
ISSN 2837-0031 (Print)