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For the twenty-ninth day of National Poetry Month, I wrote about poem about my son's first breath. Yeah, it's a bit more slanted for the world, but I actually managed to get a photograph of that first breath (both of my children were born with the cord around their necks). It was scary but also startling, a moment of silence as if the world was waiting for that first… single… breath.
A Child is Born
A gasp of air. A wail. A cry. A breath. Crystal chimes ring out, Cries rise up in cheerful harmony, Music fills the heart, Hands touch and caress with joy, Tears dripping from faces, Names are thrown out, Promises are made happily, Gifts are stacked high. A child is born.
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