Matthew.

"And there's a game called
Phoenix,
But I don't know how to play it."

He's got her eyes.
He was born in October, 2004 to a woman in my bloodline,
He was born without a father;
A conception of surrogate proportions.

His mother is a school teacher,
Married before to a man who worked for Leslie's pool supplies,
It never worked out.
She always wanted more.

Matthew sits next to me now,
Velcro shoes with racecars and lightning bolts,
Freshly cut hair and long eyelashes.
The purest of hearts and the smallest of hands.

By some standards, his mother's action may have seemed
Selfish.
She wanted him all for herself.
She wanted a child so badly.

Interesting to think that this,
laughing, breathing, jumping,
Living, smiling, wonderful boy,
could be considered the result of
selfishness by some.

He is not a
Carbon Copy,
He is a
Result of
Love.
A result of a desire to
give life,
to give love.


Now, You,
Explain to me how any of this can be
Selfish?


-A