during the birth
my hands are the hands of all women
smoothing the lines between past
present
and future
the women are with us
after the birth
we hear the midwife
snap clean sheets
see her climb up
onto the high bed
to smooth the corners
you climb up
babe in arms
and we slip silently through the door
between life and death
to join all the mothers under the moon
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