To all new moms and babes unborn

To the new dads and pulse of pitter-patter running thru’ your heart already.

To spaces in you owned by scans in your lives, in these uncertain days, ah the joy of that beat-beat-beat in the wombs of life,

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In the swelling toes of our Dance, in the tender belly of our Song that throbs in the placenta of Divine Touch,

Aye we are Watched o’er, we are grown everyday, we are Babes ourself in these Rooms as we wait: Rest. Receive days of Grace.

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