I wrote this for her who was carrying our first child, whose prebirth name is Zuki
He who knit you in your mother’s womb
Now from inside you makes another room
For a growing joy that moves and kicks
Who of toys and flowers in due course picks
Crying it may when milk it seeks
Trying you may to fill its cheeks
Brought into this world by sweat and tears
Taught of this world by words it hears
May its mouth be full and yours of laughter
Pray its heart be kind and love sought after