My children have these beautiful legs
I don't know where they came from
(They are a mystery of consummation)
I wake each morning to these
Exquisite limbs crawling me
And wonder how they came to be
When did their eyes grow so blue,
Their legs stretch out so long?
Who are these magnificent creatures?
I didn't know! at twenty-three
That you could crawl from my womb
And grow into my life: Fixed,
Rooted, our legs entwined.