5 th November 2013

Sonnet 3

He's the conception I paid to viewest;

Just look at him! (might there  be another?),

Saw his egg ex-utero  renewest;

Syringe in loco parentis'd   mother.

Biblically, BC* meant a barren womb -

So angels' immaculate husbandry

Kicked big stones  from infertility's tomb:

Or was it  storks who  brought posterity?

Now he's my  pixelated little thee,

I'm mum, he's he and we're no magic prime:

 Two not three ( Dad he I don't want to see -

 Be it Cain or Abel I don't have time.)

    The Old Testament's got too old  to see

    New mysteries of  creation born in thee.


*Before Children