Two weeks ago a baby was born into my hands, and a mamma was born in her husband's eyes and I was born again, like I am born every day.
Except this was a special day and in this baby's dark dark eyes I saw my own reflection. And in the dark dark water I saw my own reflection. And I was speaking and hearing my words.
"I love you," my eyes were saying when they looked into his, and in speaking these words to him, I opened my mouth to myself. And in my mind I named him, so I kissed him and gave him to his daddy while his mamma came back into her body.
I want to open my heart so that he can see inside.
Keep a space for this child