Coming to Life

I feel them forming
in the womb of my heart
Slowly and thoughtfully
Until it is their time.
Some are born in tears
Some swaddled in laughter.
I bend over them
As they emerge,
I tend to them
Readying them for their journey
Out into the world.
I am birthmother
and midwife
To my poems,
The children of my heart.
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