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You know those tickles way down inside?

The ones which anticipate time?

I have those tickles today.

Thoughts of "beginnings" play.

They don't come often.

But when they do...

writing spews...

from me

...

Pains of birth

echoed throughout...

without even a sound.

Mom held tight

cold bed rails...

concentrated and ground.

Breathing in,

Breathing out...

She knew just what to do.

Excitement and pain

wrapped up in one...

baby coming through.

Crowning head

trembling fear...

watch through watery eyes.

Mom still brave,

Mom still strong...