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My Child

by Jennifer Hill

 

I felt you in my uterus

Growing for a brief moment

Your faceless father wandered

Somewhere – dreaming of your tiny feet,

And the way you’ll dance on his toes.

 

Your brilliant picture flashed

Across my TV screen

And my comatose maternal instinct

Resurrected itself for a fleeting glimpse

At the unparalleled power of

Created human life.

 

I felt your affectionate fingers

Pressing toward my face and

Enter my mouth

As I laughed and

My chest swelled with a wave of pride.

 

And on the commercial break

I picked up my novel

Letting you slip away to the heart of Heaven

Hoping you would not return for some time,

And your anonymous father

Stubbed his toe on the curb

Leaving the dance hall for another day.

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