I Sang You Down from the Stars

I loved you before I met you.
Before I held you in my arms, I sang you down from the stars.
As I searched for your eyes in the sky, I saw a shooting star.
I followed it to a fluffy white eagle plume. I held on to it. The first gift in a bundle that will be yours.
Summer was fading into fall on the day I found out that you had chosen to make my body your first home.
Together we went to gather cedar and sage, medicines that will keep our spirits strong through the winter. When you are old enough, I will teach you how to use them. Into your bundle they go.
As the Northwind blew, you grew bigger and stronger. Waiting for you taught me about patience and love.
With care in my hands, I sewed your first star blanket. With each stitch, I whispered a prayer for you and thought about wrapping you up warm and safe, just like you are now in my belly. Into your bundle it goes.