Zeitgeist

Someone stole my child while I was sleeping,
And left a fine young lady in her place.
Her appearance is familiar;
The fairness of her skin and hair,
The huge blue eyes and lightness of frame all quite expected;
The products of her genes.
 
She’s steeped in words and music,
And will carry these abilities through her life;
The products of her upbringing.
The surprise is in the woman she’s become.
All by herself, she’s a spirit of the age
With her finger on society’s pulse.
 
An artist, an aesthetician,
A social justice warrior,
A defender of human rights,
A lover of animals and
A voice for the voiceless,
The shy little girl has become
Politically bold,
Unapologetically outspoken,
A loyal friend, who will not tolerate
The mistreatment of others.
 
We spend nine months
Expecting a baby.
Time and experience will show us
Who that child will become,
And that is the Unexpected.