we do not remember none

of us do so don’t try to say you do

first births are forgotten and with good reason

but they repeat if you will let them

because they need to repeat

the pain the heart wrench the ache of push between two seemingly unyielding masses the breath taken not caught until the final moment when it seems it can not possibly be

caught we must

repeat them. we must.

there is a first birth we forget

so that we can go on are willing to go on

and naive enough to go on and

face the births taking our breath and our strength away

putting us to sleep for awhile waking us to new

light.