let me be/ your breath a poem by Grace Kelley grow in me— all that is new & tender the unseen seems more real with each fluttering sign of presence. (the flutters gave them away after all) —how I knew they were two & not only one. Now my desires are more refined than ever. so grow in me— until the pain makes it hard to rise from my sheets until I’m stretched & marred far beyond my capacity until red stripes mark my belly full & heavy with the weight of the glory of you. grow in me— until sleep becomes a stranger until breaths feel hard to take— for the crowding of my lungs is no less Holy than singing praises to the God who made you. grow in me— until you are ready to breathe with fresh lungs— until the sweet echos of your first cries tear open places always meant for loving you. Until then Dear Ones, grow in me— & let me be your breath.
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