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I put my baby in a box.
The box was clear, so I could watch
Him sleeping.

He slept well, undisturbed by the outside air
And noise of the real world.
He stayed small and quiet, slumbering.
And I carried him with me everywhere.
I wanted him to sleep.
Babies are sweet and trouble-free
When they sleep.

Once you open the box,
They wake up and cry; they vomit or poop,
They have to be fed and tended.
It's messy work, and it takes time.

Am I ready to open the box and
Take out my dream?
To give birth once more in old age?
To have a do-over?
I long to write!

I think I know what you were feeling,
Though your thoughts remain a mystery.

When my heart does not want to smile,
And my thoughts turn inward,
It is time to be alone with them
And the ticking of the clock.

If I were younger, I would be crying.
But now there is only a tired sadness,
Without the release of passionate tears.

Staring at the sky outside your window,
No longer reading,
Slowly breathing in the smoke
Of your cigarette,
Time stilled for you.

I am not there yet.
Life continues to call,
And family knocks at my heart's door.

But we shared a knowing
And are sisters, in a way,
Down deep,
Where the currents of life and time
Run beyond word or thought.