This could be the time, this could be the very day.
Your body squirms with each mighty squeeze.
Our meeting dips closer then draws away--
Every two minutes, three-hundred-and-sixty degrees.
My mind transforms my womb to blooming flower,
And I cry out loudly in triumph, not despair.
A last surge, one final crescendo of raw power
And new life bursts forth with a first gasp of air.
This is my favourite thing I've ever read that you've written, and one of my favorite things that I've ever read, period.
ReplyDeleteWow, thanks, Carrie! <3
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