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The Blessings Children Are

She knew, right afterward.

Amazing.

She knew.

I took her word for it.

 

 

Oo-Oo-Oocyte!

The largest, roundest cell

Females have. It is

Visible to the eye

Clothed or nakey.

With the largest surface

Volume in relation to

Her cell-fluid-gorged surface.

One is produced ea/month.

One?

Yowza.

 

Me?

Millions of the little buggers.

Millions! Yeah! THAT’s

The ticket!

And tiny those little tickets are.

Hardly more than a nucleus with

That powerhouse of the cell,

The Mitochondrial outboard motor,

Propelling the tail.

The smallest and straightest

Human cell

(Cool tail, though)

 

The juxtaposition is kind

Of amazing.

Large vs. small.

Roundest vs. straightest.

Tail-propelled nucleus

Vs.

Moon-shaped cytoplasm.

The opposite, embryologically-

Speaking.

And she was positive,

POSITIVE

We’d conceived.

Roughly 9 months later,

I was there. Physically.

The rest of me was

Possibly sunning in Togo.

Kind of freaked me out,

The birthing process,

The first time.

My son. My baby boy.

Our child.

5/28/91.

 

I’m more proud and more

Astonished at the man

My little baby has grown into

With each passing day.

Golden child, beginning

Life with blonde hair,

Almost white, darkening

As he grew into the French-

Indian DNA of his

Mom’s side of the family.

 

He is so much like

His Mother, for which

I’m very happy,

Because his Mother

Is simply amazing

And worthy of an entire

Slew of poems just

To describe her.

 

And I’ve another

Golden child

Gold blessing vein running

True and deep, different

Than his older brother

Of seven years,

Yet similar, opposite in

Some ways, having grown strong

As the little plaything for

His older brother’s friends,

Making him very tough,

Strong as a team of oxen,

A work ethic he inherited

From Dad, Mom, Brother

 

Yet fitting together as

Loving siblings can

When they have God

At the center of their lives.

 

Thank You, God, for

My two sons.

I’m protective, but I know

They do not belong to me.

They are Your blessings

To my wife and me.

They are Your blessings

To this world, set in motion,

Wound up to take what they see

And make it better, and

To prevent it from getting worse.

They will do Your work.

We were the biological

Vessels that delivered

Them from Your world

Before

To this world,

Now.

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ted-scheck
54 / M / American
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Mar 1, 2013
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