A Miracle of Genetics

This poem is inspired by my wife.

She stands before me in the early morning.
Her hair cascades in slow waves
lightly lapping against her form--
still lively with youth,
not yet stretched by motherhood or
dragged down by the slow curse of time.

My eager, nervous insecurity crumbles
in light of her confident smile.
Doubt is assuaged as this moment solidifies,
expanding beyond the abstract;
it cuts into reality with surgical precision.
Hope blooms in her inner garden.

The conductor has taken stage
as violins strike unifying harmonies.
Her body is the virtuoso, for
deep within, under folds of flesh,
a miracle of genetics has fused into
a masterwork for beyond the works of men.