November 21, 2007
He held your head in the dark when your belly hurt when you fell apart. He held your hand at the edge of the park when the others felt so far. He warmed you when you fell cold when your newness left you less than bold, in the comforts that would soon unfold, in the beckoning life still untold. She whispered to you softly falling to sleep, she kissed you often so that you might keep memories close inside of you, those stirrings won’t get lost in you. Looking back it is clear the love of those who brought you here.