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Out
of me
you arrive
not forced or cut
but voluntarily.
I think that's what
the cry meant on meeting
me, a novice mother
beginning a love that knows no end-
a oneness, an amazement of newness;
a bond that must not be tight but supple;
a help surfacing and submerging when needed;
a huge task to judge and balance.
With your new beginning you will understand.

© Margaret Fisher, November 2007