Poetry

That moment you came into my young world.

I lost some of the freedom to open

And close my life that 'fore was freely furled.

I may have lost my freedom and some sleep

But I gained a soul, which twain in two--

And birth'd a gratitude I now beweep;

I know the ineffable joy of you.

The core of my being shook--once so full

Of all the love I thought I could handle.

Yet, somehow, I found room in hopeful

Earnest for you, you who tore my fragile

Independence from inside my body

Because you are a million rends of me.