There must have been a hole in the diaphragm
or you would not have been born,
and now you look at me, wondering if I shall feed you.
Yes I shall. My body wants to, so I suppose it is the thing to do.
Your trust in me is encouraging.
Outside birds fly around with straws for their nests,
reminding me I have no place for us.
You had been better off being a bird,
but we shall do with our imperfect start together
and you are, you are, the most beautiful.
this baby himself is now the father of a 2 year old girl 😉