“Mother and Child,” Ensign, Jan. 1976, 71
I know not your name
Nor how you smile or cry.
We have not met formally,
Nor whispered together in friendship
Nor wept in sorrow.
Yet I know you,
In that realm given to us alone,
For we are comrades of a solitary kind,
I, your mother, and you,
My yet unborn child.