Miracle ova fertilized cell...

upon the advent, when me eldest aire esse (ha) will become twenty five years young.

Yielded Eden Liat Harris

relocated University of Pennsylvania

Engineering graduate class of 2019

calls Oakland, California home
(employed at Certified B Corporation)

lives with her lovely beau,

and two beautiful tortoiseshell cats.

December twenty second

two thousand twenty one

marks her twenty fifth birthday

punctuated with stunning

successful track record,
in sum re: conscientious, industrious,
and unpretentious

a whip smart young woman.

The above summarized unbiased opinion

courtesy me, her sexagenarian birth father,

whose aforementioned progeny,

she consciously contributes beneficence,

eminence, and magnificence

thru unbridled aura, charisma, and dogma,

she did/doth steadfastly groom.

No handbook (as promised

by manufacturer to boot

ever preceded by Sir-vex), nor followed suit

leaving nervous dada

in the dark spooked by a hoot

at onset, when our bundle of joy

more valuable than any amount of loot.

Never could this baby boomer papa

imagine how thee first of our deux daughters,

would invite learning me

how to comprehend
unfamiliar infant signalling

siren ear splitting strife,
and mandatory pronto reception,

unwittingly, opportunistically, ineluctably

glorifying, edifying, contributing,

enriching, altering for mein kampf.

Prior to parturition of our eldest progeny,

parent trap posed challenge

of lifetime Yukon bet

necessitating newly minted father

to oblige himself at expense

accruing sleep debit

cuz baby demanded, obliged, and required

his constant attention,

whereby he quickly learned

how tender loving care proffered

on behalf of infant

every waking and sleeping second,
minute, and quotidian hour

took precedence lest guiltiness

materialize begetting emotional debt,

nevertheless despite initial onset

of anticipatory anxiety (no pet

tee personal issue; burping baby,

diapering, swaddling, et cetera

forced displacement of mine personal habits,

which become secondary, tertiary, quaternary...

cuz ye felt helpless to do otherwise,
thus natural born instincts found thee

to wail away uninterruptedly

obviously, seriously and visibly upset

to keep figurative whet

stone sharp every waking

and sleeping moment

of prized, loved, and cherished

your existence yet.

An adjustment mandated

yours truly to kickstart incumbent role

and immediately adapt to paternal nurture

nine months after procreation

to refocus shift from self to infant

twenty four hours, seven days a week

ofttimes lugging stroller and offspring

down flight of stairs

(we occupied a one bedroom flat

atop second floor

at Pennfield Manor not heaven sent

situated within breathing distance

of Hatfield slaughterhouse five

jumpstarting odoriferous scent

when butcher plunged knife

into vitals of animal,

whose will to live slain creature

probably did feebly vent.