Twenty plus years ago cap’n Matthew Scott
   twittered n burst with ahoy
on account of thine first borne –
   unbeknownst to us then if a girl or boy
so an assortment of gender appropriate names –
   some brazen others coy
filled pages of our journals sans
   newly minted parents viz endless employ
though of Semitic ancestry choices per namesake
   reflected more of a goy
which genealogy less significant than that this precious progeny moi

healthy genetically whipped miracle – crème of the crop
that only imaginary dragons with fiery lyrics could drop
whereby thee flute tour ring notes induce the crowd to hip hop
calisthenics that emulate the swishing brush strokes of a mop
which if attempted by myself, would witness one sic pop

so, he sticks would ranks viz his literate *** spur ray shun to confess
those thermostatic and temperature controlled emotions more or less
extolling the occasions that hold poignancy,
   though as a first time father
   my state of managing a new-born felt chaotic and a sorry mess
though words may resonate less with Eden, she may dispute that YES

yet over the ensuing years – the integration of off spring  
did/does an indelible invaluable psychic ring
whereby, that awkward role no longer on a par as a foster child
   for her existence (albeit demanding at times)
   likened as special offering
whose absence doth make mine heart grow fonder, yet mandatory
   to let go of this biological part of me
   so to another happiness she can bring

though…a mixed bag of emotions most likely roil
inside her corporeal being, I praise n prize accomplishments
   spurred by natural borne desires to become independent
   rather than shutter oneself up (as exemplified by das papa)
   who still writhes for many explorations of self discovery thwarted
   renting my psyche with mailer daemons still on the prowl
   essentially predicting remaining years of emotional n financial toil

especially pronounced,
   I know this star student suffered sheer agony
when asked – by classmates -  the vocations of me
or “mother abby’, which torturous moments
   fueled means to destroy myself
   cuz of this utter embarrassment, misery, writhing really
vociferously within genetic blend, whose love
   not asked for nor sought unequivocally!
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DESPITE MY ACTIONS, BEHAVIORS, CHILDISH FOOLISHNES, I WOULD SOONER HARM MYSELF THAN DO ANY FURTHER INJUSTICE TO YE – ME FIRST BORN BABY!