Second Untitled Birth Poetry Submission

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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.