Blue Haiku

stillborn

By Robin LimPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Indigo at birth.

After resuscitation,

A daughter grows up.

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Robin Lim

My passion/motivation as a writer and midwife is cultural safety, respect, human rights in childbirth, & healthcare. You may see my work here: www.iburobin.com

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