And then decide—
Loopy, pretty, bold—
But always legible—
But legible for whom?
Ideas flow through veins
From heart to wrist
To fingertips—
And then,
With a bang,
Comes a baby crying—
A sign of new life
And new health.
Fold it, package it, send it,
Kiss and caress it as you wait.
And then,
With a bang,
Comes a sign of a newer life.
A book
Bound with a spine
That only rivals the brave author’s.
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