Friday, April 17, 2015

A Poem for Eden, On the Eve of Six Months

We awoke to a spring storm.
You hugged your feet into your chest,
eyebrows raised, unafraid,
and yelled back at the thunder.
You discovered you could play
with the volume of your voice recently.

My water broke half a year ago today
as I rolled over in this same bed.

I appreciate the clouds for remembering.

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