The Bare Facts

She was about six.
That age of ceaseless question's.
Here it came. the doozy.
Mommy where did I come from.?

I should have been better prepared.

She had caught me off my guard.

Do I make this a biology lesson.

Full of penisses and vaginas.
Or does she deserve the hard truth.?
I rationalize the truth is always better.

You come from the snows of the
Canadian rockies. Cold winter days
And nights where I ached for your father.
Love on the bed and kitchen table.
Underwear strewn about the house.
Burning in fires that needed quenching.
Even as I made apple crumble in the kitchen.

Her eyes looked quizzically at me .
demanding a better answer.
She said
Mom so babies come from apple crumble?
I said yes honey
From apple crumble