The Creative Womb

I was born in hers.

She was not my mother.

She was born in mine.

I was not her mother.

She aborted.

I developed. 

Her womb had it all.

I wanted hers;

Mine was incapable.

I struggled;

But delivered, 

Carrying; the laborious part.

Delivery was normal.

Finally, it was her; the baby.

It's her face.

My baby; my love.

I labelled her unlike.

A divine cover;

Safe from dragons.