in those first months in a glassine box
tethered to life by tubing machines
I lived, died, returned over, over, and yet again
what brought me back so many times
determined to breathe with half-formed lungs
and one day open my eyes
your hand gentle , your voice soft
your constant abiding for a stranger’s child
all these were reason enough, a precious gift
I have carried with me through the years
your example of vast expansive love
I hope I share it well
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