Blossom's Birth

She wandered her whole life

a newborn petal

thrust into the world

before her bloom was found.

Stopping here and passing

a cacophony of voice,

no way to shut the sound.

A part of her felt missing,

in a world void of laughter

She escaped via the temporoparietal junction

And discovered the sanction of bright, bold color.

So there she stayed.

Until Breath completed its exhale,

and her body blossomed

in fair round detail.

A part of her

Was wholly him

bequeathed to the son.

His DNA a tincture

Her body a host.

And thus this host

is full of emotion

with a heart pierced by love,

painless as the moonlit day

we were born.

You to this life,

catalyst for her new form.