Girl in Red Boots

She is a wisp of a lass wearing red boots

hair askew in tangled curls of burnt sienna

puffy sleeved blouse, two buttons undone

distressed jeans slide down her hips

revealing her belly with something inside

child of passion and one night stand

I am panic stricken at what this must mean

For I am the architect who planted this seed

this innocent embryo mushrooming into fruition

genesis of impending birth insinuating

into my life which is just beginning to thrive

and prosper with freedom I have earned

this innocent infant just asks to be loved

and nurtured with kindness and concern.

I don’t have feelings for the girl with red boots

But love is swelling for the unborn baby

and I’m putting my life on hold to do

that which is right for the child in my heart

I need and yearn to have her part of my life