A New Mother

Her back to me, she gazed transfixed at the poplars through the window. Should I intrude? Then she turned full, full of tears. I'd seen her before, masked and tubed, transfused, others striving for her; no expression, without outlook, so dormant. Now the May morning overwhelmed her. Trees last seen bare and dormant, so green, so vibrant, so vivid, now alive. There beside her a new person. “Never has it been so good to be alive.” And to know it with tears of joy. How could she give thanks enough for so much intensive skill and care? We praised God and blessed a new life gifted to her.