Seventeen

mother and baby

When I see you again

if I see you again

I will notice

but I won’t mention

how the light dances

gleefully over your head

to illuminate your face

just like it danced

the last time

I saw you and

just like in the

beginning

in that dim-lit room

where you drew

your first breath

and screamed

and screamed

seventeen years ago

today.

What do you think?

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