Pure

by Leona Labuschagne
 
My daughter is 41 today
They said she would not see 12, 18, 24
They were wrong
They said she would never say ‘Mommy’
They were right
Conceived, born, in guilt-cast mitochondrial sin
Not because of anything I did
She is clean, pristine, Middle Ages golden halo and robe-of-pure-white
Not because of anything I did
They say grace is getting what you do not deserve
And mercy is not getting what you do deserve
They are right