They had it all worked out
The colours and the clout
The baby would lack nothing
She was six months heavy
When the world came to a stop!
Three months on, nothingness
Was all that hung in the emptiness
The savings all dried up
Then she knew if they stayed
They would not stand a chance.
On a blistering afternoon, it came free
By the highway under a laburnum tree
Came was the first cry of a life.
She knew she could not rest
If the little one was to live.
Two hours or more after the baby
On her feet again, with a daisy
She cried out to the sky
And walked another hundred miles.
Then came a rumble behind her…
The wheels came to a stop
No, there was not a prop
Once a cry and a breath
Under the laburnum tree
There’d been a thunder from the Throne
They’d come to take them home.
