The Birth
Today I blossom
Like a flower in a fresh spring garden.
Today I become the other half of the life that will
Consume the rest of your life.
Today is the day you relinquish yourself
And transfer the ideal of being human into being a mother.
Today is not my day, but a day
That the heavens will record
And check off from a list known as your destiny.
Today, in this hour and minute, you have agreed to
be the warrior in my night,
and I agree to be the reason you keep fighting
the war against life.
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