As unknown as the journey to your birth

Was this the apple,then,your mother’s breast,
Which father thought was his to oft caress?
And when,in deprived rage,you bit to test,
In answering rage he vowed to  you harass.

So then you learned that you could hate as well,
For punishment struck hard in your small heart.
Your memory was unworded,could not tell;
Though pain and anguish made your soft skin smart.

As unknown as the journey to your birth
As shocking as the grief of unmeant wrong..
As frightening as the gauging of your worth
As sudden as the ending of a song.

Impossible to foretell or to prepare;
The  ambivalence of our love is hard to bear