God only knows (a sonnet)

Where can we get a baby?
my son asks, his blue eyes piercing
in the morning’s heel.
It’s far too early to navigate this task.
Oh Jesus, where are you? Please take the wheel!

He wants a brother — he’s an only child.
Stalling, I tell the tale he loves to hear,
You once lived in my tummy —
isn’t that wild?
He nods and smiles at me, his joy sincere.

A baby is a miracle divine:
from clay the Artist sculpts a newborn soul
with aptitude to love, create, refine.
How wonderful the sight is to behold!
My thoughts don’t make it to my child today;
instead I say, It’s a mystery. Go play!

4 Comments

  1. Stacy Bronec says:

    This is beautiful, Erin.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Erin Strybis says:

      Thank you, friend 💛

      Like

  2. “Where can we get a baby?” What an opening line. This poem sings, Erin!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Erin Strybis says:

      Thank you, Melissa! 💛

      Like

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