c.l.

"i'm having a baby,"
she said, a little voice to my ear.
my heart 
exploded with joy 
at this news.
she doesn't even know 
i know 
that this is not the first time 
she has ever carried the seedling, 
yet that seed before
and the seed before it 
did not bring forth fruit. 
not this time. 
not this time. 
you are a greenhouse beloved one!
filled with sunlight 
blossoms and blooms
and this teeny tiny seedling, 
the greenest of green
is making its way 
through the soil,
pushing through the 
darkest parts 
and will grow, grow, grow,
life is happening!
i rejoice with you!
you are a greenhouse,
made of glass,
the Light passes through 
and there is no longer death 
but life.