June 1st
Remember this moment soft and full your child playing in the yard neighbors out on walks almost like the life you used to have
Remember this moment
A new world is being born with shouts of pain and blood and rage with sighs of exhaustion and fragile hope
Remember this moment
As we wait to cry
tears of joy hearing the sweet sound of the world’s first breath holding its tender body safe in our arms
or
tears of sorrow for a world lost in stillborn tragedy
Remember this moment
sunlight through teardrop leaves the chaotic refrain of a 4-year-old’s song the touch of a hand
Remember this moment
It may be swallowed up in the end