Baby’s Breath

Your first breath, my daughter,

Was no delicate flower.

You wailed, and kept at it

For over an hour.

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After you were cleaned up,

I pulled you up close.

I was sure that my girl

Was the prettiest in the cosmos.

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Then, you snuggled and you drank

Until you had your fill.

With a burp and a spit up,

You slept perfectly still.

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And now that you’re

Experiencing motherhood too,

Your own baby’s breaths

Offer wonder anew.

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This poem is dedicated to all new mothers and fathers, especially single parents struggling to make ends meet for their babies. I honor your efforts.