Arrival


When I arrived a minuscule being,
You were told I would likely not survive.
You held my shell in your one hand anyway.

When I took my first trepid steps,
Tiny prints that would later turn to strides,
You were there to watch me run.

When I learned to read my first words,
You were there to teach me
Love of poetry and literature.

When I found love and married,
You saw me bring life into this world,
Another piece of you.

I was there when you tried to choose life.
I was there when you left this world.
I held the shell of a hand that once held me,
and said goodbye.

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