belly born.

science slicing

windows into

nature’s womb,

a kind of miracle.

 

hours clocked –

long days,

longer nights.

by design

i cannot,

for the life of me,

remember the work

it took to raise me.

 

only when i look

at my daughter,

tucked into

her own bed,

do I know

how my mother

must have felt,

tucking me

into mine.