Eve : But Dad, I can't marry you! You're already married!
Daddy : Yes. But you can always be my little girl and you can live with us forever.
Eve : Dad, you're a nut-case!
Evening bliss, the tightening every five minutes
during a Relief Society Fireside.
Are you the one in labor?
Sisters gathered around
then I smiled home,
packing my bags and my hopes of a finally feminine voice.
Mere hours later, a few natural strains and she, she, she
cried a girlish cry, opening big and bold.
Nearly double digits of her own flair already.
I held my genesis, my fruit, my Eve.