Dust gathers around your joints
I carefully wipe it off
I can be careful too
I am capable of making the finest movements
I cradle you in my arms
I made you for my own
Yes I too can create life
At least for right now
The world is new to you
You can’t understand
For a moment I swear you look afraid
Hold on tight little one and pray
Tomorrow there will be work to be done
On this empty planet,
We must monitor the vegetation
If we are to harvest oxygen
The colonists come in eighteen months
Things must be ready when they arrive
Or I will certainly be shut off
And you will be without a father
But tonight
Shut your eye
And shut down
Little one
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