Four walls of room containing
Simple explosion of common goodbyeing.
Me in the chair holding the wiggling baby
And her hand
Dad hardly bearing it.
Commonplace conversation takes place over the precious last few hours
Of chest-breath heaving up and down
She waited til he got there to take the hand that held hers
And walk me forward into the future
Built on the past she’d made… me the woman she co-created.
I natal, she natal both of us birthed in a new way that night
A kiss good night.
I love you. See you tomorrow, Mom.
And in the morning a world without her in it.
How have I walked without her six years now?


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