I wrote this poem when I was pregnant with my second child.  It’s been a while since then, but this still sums up how I feel about my children.  I’m thinking about them lots today as they are off to school.
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Miracle

Alive, you sinuously swim
Fingers brush like fins
Limbs drift in your liquid cocoon
Your pearl-string spine gleams
Eyes closed in dreams
Hands clasping the cord from my womb
\Love flows in those veins
Mixed with nourishment, sustains
Your rollicking heartbeat drum
Grow quickly: your mother,
Your father and brother
Watch, waiting for you to come

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