My Donor Daughter
MY DONOR DAUGHTER
It was easier to give you life than
To take it back from you.
Both were unknowns.
I mean,
You could have been anyone.
You could have been someone
Unwilling to understand -
Unable to withstand - the
Profundity of family, devotion
And truthly-love,
And giving just because one can.
You could have been like this
But are quite not;
Rather you gave the world to me,
Sufferance to do nor to care,
You do not easily scare.
You shrug, “What’s the big deal?”
Well, alright, alright. You gave it, baby.
You gave it
And you give it and
It will give back to you
A thousandfold,
A trillionfold,
For within you, too,
A precious light was born,
Call it what you will -
I will say Angelic.
I will say gossamer wings and
Fairy castles,
And baby pink satin,
scratchy blankets and
Butterfly kisses, tummy smoodgies,
And eyelashes that hold up a pencil,
Big brown pools of liquid lava, the
Unfettered depth in your eyes -
Your knowing, soulful eyes -
From infancy, have known my deal,
You’ve known my soul -
And we loved on and on, away and back;
Despite, despite.
I ask for blood, and you said yes.
I ask for love and you give me all you have to give,
Which is everything, my love.
For that I am most grateful.
You are in me,
You are my marrow,
And my blood runs pure because it is yours.
Copyright ©
Suzanne Arbil
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