Children of my mind, you are no less
Than the children of my body.
You are the creations I’ve laboured over
By myself, needing no friend or lover
(Parthenogenesis).
Deep in my subconscious lay the seed
Of what you would one day be.
You have been moulded by the placenta of thought
Nourished by streams of considered thought
Coloured by my opinions, growing in me
Offshoot, too, of friends, of family.

Fully formed, you delight my eye,
I set you free, you let me fly.
I have been an empty nester for years
You keep me busy, bring me cheer.

Though we’re tethered together so tenuously
I know that you’ll always be there for me.
And i can grow still further, i find,
With you, the children of my mind!