As far as time-lines go I named her my first, Not knowing her actual gender I found her sleeping rough, Beneath a pile of books I called her pretty, my dear Roseanna I convey this In the toungue of the ancient mariner, I cared for her so blessed life I carried her with me until her birth, But without knowing and intention I failed her as any parent would, Not knowing her actual gender I named her my first, my all With her legacy intact She now calls me fool, I hesitate to argue This smallest of truths, My first, my unborn will still be you
