Miracle Baby (Poem)

I practiced from the very beginning

machines made me breathe

strangers touched me with love

for my first three months these sustained me

gave me reason to return again and again

I did not know I was not machine

unrelated to the always present gentle hands

I have never forgotten those earliest teachers

and now dying gets easier every time

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