Twenty three from me,
twenty three from her,
a tapestry of life interwoven in a blur.
Replicating fast, growing quite apace,
what started out as cells,
left a fetus in its place.
And soon the time will come,
when all we hope to see,
emerges from her mother,
in the world to be.
A perfect child be born,
made from her and me,
a daughter to the world,
for all of us to see.
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