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Fifteen Years Later, I See How it Goes
by Rosemerry Waholta Trommer
They say you fall in love with your child
the moment you first hold them,
still covered in blood and vernix.
I held the strange being
just arrived from the womb and felt curious,
astonished, humble, nervous.
But love didn't come till later.
Came from holding him
while he was screaming. Wailing with him
when I wanted to sleep. Bouncing him
when I wanted to be still. Love grew
as my ideas of myself diminished. Love grew
as he came into himself. Love grew
as I learned to let go of what been told
and to trust the emerging form,
falling in love with the flawed beings we are.
Until I couldn't imagine being without him.
Until I was the one being born. |
