Baby (poem)

Poetry

Gestate in my womb,
Constructed by my body.
Form taking shape,
Nose framed by long whiskers.

Stick figure limbs,
Slinky soft body.
Floppy and mushy,
Most fragile miracle.

Take after me,
Raised to be independent.
But able to connect,
Even beyond me.

Meaning given purpose,
Extinguishment exquisite.
So long as she lives,
I’ll live to care for her.