Fragile cord

You came from my

bosom, and I birthed

you in such pleasure

and pain, and I knit

you together and

made you a thing

quite apart from me:

living in me and

connected to my soul

by the tender and fragile

chord that will break

when I am departed,

and you will be left to

the will of the reader

who will make you

theirs or reject you

entirely in the eternity

and the spaces beyond.