For this poem, I decided to try something different. I decided to choose a word that not a lot of people would actually look into, even though it gives away what the poem may be about. I decided to keep a certain type of mystery to the poem and for the reader to find out then they would have to look it up. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

A story by yours truly.

A Profound Question, Reproduction, Emotional Weakness, Fighting Fire with Fire, An Open Question?

When looking at my second child, I realized how much he resembled my first born. We lost him to a stillbirth. The reproduction of life through DNA will always give us a glimpse into both the past and future. Dedicated to my first born baby boy, Isaiah Lee.

I wrote this for my girlfriend after I found out I was able to have children.

The truth as I know it and believe it to be about what we are.

what does it mean to bring a child into the world? What will that child’s life be like? Take an existential look at procreation.