Twenty Eight Candles

 

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Twenty eight years ago today,
on a Wednesday, I birthed my son.
I swaddled and cuddled him
until that boy wiggled free.
I only knew how to love him,
not so much to catch him.
Twenty-eight years of loving
and he’s good to share it
back with me.

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