—
uncurling like a newborn’s fist
reaching out to receive the first touch of her mother
I feel my heart release the stone of grief
and rise on an updraft of joy so great
it turns silence to sound
I am profoundly grateful for this opportunity
to witness a miracle
and be healed
I am not broken after all
I am natural, I am normal
I am just as I am meant to be
Erinn Streeter
This is a part of the birth poetry contest.