Almost

So soft, gentle, clean and unblemished.

Short but pointed on five ends, ten ends, fifteen, twenty.

Softly, gently, gloved hands place his fragile frame in my arms.

I am mystified of my creation -- even unmoving, pink and warm. He's beautiful.

My little tadpole, my grapefruit, my watermelon.

How I would have loved you. How I already do.