Each Day Is An Offering

You rode the rapids from the protection of my womb into the hands of a stranger. With that final push, our hello began but giving up started.

Because each day is an offering.

We separated through hard labor and intense minutes. You came with vengeance, red-faced and angry. You threw out your arms protesting the journey and the arrival. Fierce with love I ached for you to come.

My arms formed into an empty boat waiting for you to lay into its curves. A nurse nestled you there. You quieted.

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