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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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