Born from a momentís ecstatic pleasure
is life of breathtaking anxiety
nurturing your exposed heart from danger
as it grows to grownup from infancy.

The singular fruit of commingled blood,
impregnated with a parental cast,
and where primal state of love hate does flood,
makes a childís light dark when lead from the past.

Inheritance of parental imprint
blindly instilled, perceives not a childís need,
but recycles unresolved lot by dint
of a fear to face traumas long buried.

Know, though child is of you, child is not you,
vicarious life is apparent rue.