Erica Jong - For Molly lyrics

You-the purest pleasure of my life, the split pit that proves the ripeness of the fruit, the unbroken center of my broken hopes- O little one, making you has centered my lopsided life so that if I know a happiness that reason never taught, it is because of your small unreasonably wrigglish limbs. Daughter, little bean, sprout, sproutlet, smallest girleen, just saying your name makes me grin. I used to hate the word Mother, found it obscene, & now I love it since that is me to you.