1st.

As far as time-lines go
I named her my first,
Not knowing her actual gender
I found her sleeping rough,
Beneath a pile of books
I called her pretty,
my dear Roseanna I convey this
In the toungue of the ancient mariner,
I cared for her so blessed life
I carried her with me until her birth,
But without knowing and intention
I failed her as any parent would,
Not knowing her actual gender
I named her my first, my all
With her legacy intact
She now calls me fool,
I hesitate to argue
This smallest of truths,
My first, my unborn

will still be you
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