metonymy4u

mary child of my eyes,
breath of my body,
i think i knew you
before you arrived.
fruit of someone
else’s labor and
wicked determination
led you to me. did you
realize on your way here
how much i wanted
a child like you:
wide eyed and blearily
bespoken with irreverence

and a

barely contained nativity
of young minds?

how could i not love you
how could i not keep you

here in my heart for another?