At 6:29am she was born.
Of course she was helpless
to the path before her, but she was also
glowing with a newfound warmth.
Her body surged with
changes that shook the
self image she may have known.
Cries arose with a welcoming echo
there were many moons of silent growth.
Safe in the newness of
shared body warmth,
she looked for the first time at the
life so attached to her own.
swept over her as the
worked relentlessly at arrival to hungry lips.
She needed not a name,
for that was something she had been granted
during another birth
where she was the one
joining the world as an infant,
but not today.
At 6:29am a mother was born.
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