Sci Fi Saturday: An Epitaph

"This child within my womb, when she is grown
Will know experiences quite beyond
Our species up 'til now. We've made our own
Into a race of spacefarers! We've spawned
At last a generation who'll survive
Outside an atmosphere, who do not need
To fight the tug of gravity to thrive.
Hail xenogenesis! I do not heed
Those warnings that the species gap we've made
Will hinder understanding; we must teach
These beings that they're us, is all. I've stayed
Too long, now; she is coming!" - this last speech
Is charmingly naive. Our parent race
Did not survive our birth. This we must face.