My Firstborn

I watch her as she sleeps–
The steady rise and fall of life.
A part of me trembles back
To the plastic coffin that wasn’t–
Beeps and tubes and warnings so frequent.
As she wrestled to live too soon,
Each breath, each step, each word
Hard battled to a victory of occurrence.
Paper-thin skin with chicken wing arms
Over time became a petite porcelain woman-doll.
Growth and change in fits and starts with sighs and tears
Yields a poised young woman
Who is a jewel in her Father’s Kingdom.


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