What sweet joy you bring,
Your kicks cause me to laugh,
The thoughts of soon holding you in my arms ravish me,
Your innocence; impeccable.

The day arrives,
Where pain begets joy,
The day I have been waiting on,
The day where tears transform to laughter,
Oh, what transition?
What beauty it is to behold this day,
Set in; Screams, tears, sweat and panic,
All gone at the sound of an innocent cry,
Your voice; so strong and soothing,
My joy too much to measure.

My life is here,
My reason of existence has arrived,
I will now go into the world with singing and dancing,
I have held you now,
I can’t let go,
I won’t let go.

My breast heavy and ready to feed you,
My mind prepared with lectures to offer you,
My hands strong enough to hold you up,
My very self; ready in battle to face anyone who wants to harm you,
Oh no, I have lost my senses!

All of these are beautiful nonsense,
Who am I to raise you?
I will prepare you in the finest garment I see,
You shall be set upon an altar,
Anointed by the extended hands of the Most High,
Then and only then can I take up such duty.

Oh my beautiful Joy,
You have caused my tongue to tie,
My heart beats rapidly as I am in a cross-fire of emotions,
What name shall the world call you?
Who shall they say has arrived?
Who shall I tell my friends my source of Joy is?
Oh, You shall be called. . .

What would you suggest the child be called?