As soon as she took it in her arms,
vibes, electrifying, sparked between them.
A bond was weaved,
bridging the two.
A bond that formed in the bleak air,
yet strong as branches,
twined; since the beginning of time.
The tiny thing with its fists,
as if about to punch the air;
And as it cuddled,
close to her bosom, seeking warmth;
a jerk in her navel, she felt.
As if it was plugged to her womb,
by her umbilical cord.
as the pitch black met the stormy blue!
Her’s, wide; its, unfocused.
Her sister’s child,
who was dead; postpartum.
The angel who had overlooked the exchange,
said to the other,
“There! the baby found its mum.”