exit/enter
I reached down to feel my child's head emerging
and then, with the final pushing, pulled her out
delivered her myself
resting, sobbing, smiling with exhaustion
Delivered her myself, her wise face
squished and colored by her time spent in my womb
her blue eyes gazing so intently that I become convinced
our souls are reincarnated
When I was pregnant, I prayed,
"May my child be healthy, may she be wise,
may she be happy, may she be strong."
And she is.
Perhaps it is more accurate to say
we delivered each other
A strong mother, a strong child.
Both new arrivals drinking in a new world.
