June 1st
Remember this moment
soft and full
your child playing in the yard
neighbors out on walks
almost like the life you used to have
Remember this moment
A new world is being born
with shouts of pain and blood and rage
with sighs of exhaustion and fragile hope
Remember this moment
As we wait to cry
tears of joy
hearing the sweet sound
of the world’s first breath
holding its tender body safe in our arms
or
tears of sorrow
for a world lost
in stillborn tragedy
Remember this moment
sunlight through teardrop leaves
the chaotic refrain of a 4-year-old’s song
the touch of a hand
Remember this moment
It may be swallowed up in the end