Birthday Girl

8:00 a.m. I arrived.

They induced.

I produced.

2:18 p.m. you arrived. I slept.


It was cold that year –

colder than a southern norm.

Not yet October’s end

already freezing.


At seventeen

I wanted love.

You needed love.

Our journey began.


Welcome to the world

wee one.  To life

with hardships

and softness.


Like you.

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