the constant companion
silent conversations
dialect - hand rub, foot kick
you are not alone
a metamorphosing of skills never before embodied
yet, so natural
kindness, with a ruthless ability to kill
unconditional love, with the strength to fake indifference
standing on the stage,
you are ready for your biggest part to date
yet you have received no training
improvisational art to a full house
my definition of parenting
lights,
curtain,
push...
the newly birthed mother stands alone
steam fills the bathroom
she wills herself to look in the mirror
bump diminished
grief overwhelms
she cant go back
part of her is missing
a death
every beginning has an end,
its ok to feel loss for the end.
the end of me,
the birth of mom,
never mind the bumps yoke its softly breathing in the next room, alive
that being is different
that being is a beginning
and so we start...
lights
curtain
parent.
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