“Where Do Babies Come From?”

The question held innocence,

just like her yound eyes.

She asked again and again,

even as she was met with denies.

Since, "Child, trust me,

this is best left unsaid-

how about you

go play instead?"

But she still wonders,

thinking away,

asking again and again

every day.

I really do not want to

rid her of her childhood,

but what if she hates me,

and this is all misunderstood?

So, finally, I say calmly,

"They come from where they grow,

a place just under the belly,

a place the name of you will one day know."

Yet it wasn't enough

for her inquisitive mind.

Still, there are horrors

and horrors do bind.

There was only one solution,

and it's was not to lie.

I just had to make sure

she did not cry.

"Males and females

give their genes,

in a way that

should not be seen."

One question, just one,

has put my life on edge.

I wished it had never been asked,

since I'm falling off the ledge.