22nd Hour: Rebirth

There is tenderness in her breasts
As her just born suckles; elixir of life
The two pink lines had completely unsettled her, then
She had not been sure at all
They had assured her it would be all right
She looked with wonder at the little bundle
That was with sure-shot precision and right,
Claiming her body and her heart
Her gurgling sounds felt like a lullaby
A strange calm made home in her
A warmth pilfered in, tenderness filled her every pore
And suddenly, she was never so sure!!

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