Dear One

“… we are manipulating the very blueprint of living things, the consequences will be monumental;…” -David Suzuki

He’d said the price was high but they explained
the processes, that this technology
was new, and research costs must be regained.
Still raw, he chose to pay. Tocology
could bring to term the five week embryo
he’d thought was lost to him when Margaret died.
The baby’s chance was fair – the ratio
of live to dead not bad, and so they tried.

Now she was six, his daughter’s starting school
filled him with fear. His special child, so dear.
Afraid, he held two little hands, kept cool,
ignored the looks... and when there came quite near
to them a gasp, as though he hadn’t heard
a thing, he bent to gently hold the third.