Hello, is this Margaret?
You don't know me, Margaret,
But I made you,
Made you from scratch, the hard way.
A burst of the densest matter ever
Into light and gravity,
Persistence of being.
As stars settled from clouds of gas
And all things began to turn around each other,
It got so hard to keep track of everything,
Galaxies taking billions of years
To turn in their great cycles,
But I know you are in there, Margaret,
On that tiny speck of a planet, 
For I chanced to hear that one prayer
You uttered at age seven,
Which just now reached my senses
After threading its way through the Celestial clockwork.
You are likely no longer waiting,
But I speak now to say that
You don't know me, Margaret,
But I made you.