In The Beginning Was Love by Rosie Adamson Clark

My skinny, coltish form,
not yet ripe or ready,
began to grow YOU,
like some garden pea
on an empty plate,
belly rounded,
breasts, where none
had been,
a budding friendship,
a bond with nothing owing,
my body a love letter
to you,
each line etched on my face,
stretch marks the testament ,
forever bound,
my DNA, runs through you,
the beginning cannot be erased,
I wonder now, body old and tired,
where are you my son,
who I stroked and whispered
to before you emerged,
from that warm inner place,
life, we knew each other
even then
.