I created you in dreams
I created you from nothing
but dreams and your blood
coursing through me was silent
and my mother offered me fragments
of her memory of you
I created you
in the name of the father
and the son and the holy spirit
I created you in the name of my own flesh
a thousand times I created you
from clowns and charlatans and kings
I created you as a set of wings
to lift and carry me home
Just yes!
Lovely poem Elizabeth. Thank you!