There was a blue curtain
and pulling and then
You
Crying and huge
Next to me
But no longer inside of me.
You
Changing me in that moment
From everything else I was
Now a mother.
And then the curtain was down.
I was stitched.
Somehow
Incomplete and complete.
My child on my chest.
Us.
blue sky infinite 
Love this, Aish! Your talent continues to move and impress me.
Thank you Kathy! I’m glad you’re reading and so grateful you took the time to comment.
I love the curtains and stitching imagery/metaphors in this. How things get revealed, how we get attached.