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Asking the age old question, where do we start?

The Spark

I try to think where her story starts.

When I went to my parents' for the weekend

And the Labrador could smell her

And for the first time in her dog life, didn’t jump on me

Or when I met her father

And we kissed on our first date

At the cowboy bar that's burned down twice now,

Or when we named her

And whispered her into my womb

On an island far from here

Or when she jumped awake in Star Wars,

Whatever one was out

The Christmas before she was born

Or when she was born

Or when I first felt her kick

Or when I decided I wanted a daughter

And wondered what she would be like

When was that?

It’s hard to know where to begin

When we’re constantly in the process of beginning.