Munchkin;

You have another brother.

You will forever be the rose among the thorns.

I love you no less than I did on the second I realized you existed. I love you no less than I did on the second you entered this world. I love you no less than I love the two brothers that live under my roof and call me Mama. I love you no less than I would if you lived under that same roof.

You will forever be my firstborn.

I will always be your first mom.

I will always love you.

Love,
Munchkin’sFirstMom

(Disclaimer: Written in the Hospital without Internet Connection on November 24, 2007.)

Okay. I have more to say on this poem. But I’m not in a place to write about it or consider it or say what it means to me. Other than I’m familiar with loss. And disaster.

So read One Art by Elizabeth Bishop. And when I’m not contracting or birthing a baby (?), we’ll talk about it further.

Can you feel your way past the tone and resonate with it? Oh, I can.