Windfalls

The best things come unbidden.
The man you fancied, would not love you back.
The man you thought beneath you,
(too young, too poor, and too respectful)
Proved your life–long lover
Whose only flaw was that he died too soon.

You sit hour after hour, embattled
With a nest of writhing verbiage,
Then, in the middle of the night,
Sure as a shaft of moonlight
Through a parted curtain,
Come the unlooked for words.

Best of all,
Better than any scientist could fabricate
By fiddling with the genes;
Born in the thick of war,
To raids and rations,
Insufficient means, and absent father,
Came the child you never planned.