9She was about six.
That age of ceaseless question's.
Here it came. the doozy.
Mommy where did I come from.?
I should have been better prepared.
She had caught me off my guard.
Do I make this a biology lesson.
Full of penisses and vaginas.
Or does she deserve the hard truth.?
I rationalize the truth is always better.
You come from the snows of the
Canadian rockies.
Cold winter days
And nights.
where I ached for your father.
Love on the bed
and kitchen table.
Underwear strewn
about the house.
Burning in fires
that needed quenching.
Even when making
apple crumble in the kitchen.

Her eyes looked quizzically at me .
demanding a better answer.
She said
Mom so babies come
from apple crumble?
I said yes honey
From apple crumble