She expands and contracts
like a diaphragm
Her life's breath tied to me;
to my presence
Each movement outward is an expansion
and when this new world is too much
she folds back into me
Her center
Here she grounds, she heals, she recovers
roots are put it, nourishment taken
in the form of touch,
and like a tree in spring
she sends off new shoots
growing upon a sturdier and stronger trunk
Her presence is like a heart beat
Bah-boom; close
Bah-boom; explore
over, and over, and over again
Until she gradually replaces me
with her own personal power

Such is the process of motherhood;
attached together as one for so long
then they break free
to find their own way

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