Curtains appear in windows
one by one dressed in crisp white
a candlelight ceremony
sheer and soft like snowfall
steam iron heat hisses
tap water sprinkled from an amber corked bottle
blessings of her constant labor
children gather
safe from bitter winter
a warmth given freely by this woman
***
so many seasons
this, the first time she seems elsewhere
for a moment she cannot find me, her daughter
she has turned her attention away
toward the window
with woods and spring birds
and back to me again
toward my voice
toward life
I draw the hospital curtain.
around us together
as on the first day
which held only she and I
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