I looked down and there was the son
I never had, his face reminding me of a katydid in spring,
young and full of spirit ready to pounce upon
the day in his blue jeans. We stood staring at each
other for a time in which we just studied each other
our faces and souls. In me there was no doubt
never pregnant but this boy was mine I crouched down and
took his hand, warm and small, in mine and said "I'm Annabelle."
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