Nurse Moon


She saved me.

I was born with the chord around my neck.

Nurse Moon's swift action with her scissors,

cutting the chord,

gave me breath.

I breathed,

but didn't cry.

The family, gathered downstairs,

waited anxiously

for some time,

it is said.

I didn't disturb the household

for many many days to come.

Except with my uncanny

quietness,

my emotions expressed

only by weak little gestures

my tiny, strangulated cry

audible only

if you held me

very very close.

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