Grace
Grace
asleep
your beautiful face
quiet
in
first moment
shown
until shoulders,
then finally
toes sail
to the air.
breathing
your first
of earth’s
great air,
you
rebel
immediately
in cry
for
womb.
the leaving
is hard, Grace,
but we
will
love you,
keep
you warm
until you
can build
your own fire
and toast
your own
marshmallows
on all
the October
nights to
come
with the
joy of
living.
©October 8, 2004
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
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