Ah, July!
July is birthday month at our house. Ever since my oldest two turned one, we’ve found ourselves indulging in multiple parties. Adding Emma to the mix, six years and ten days later, didn’t slow us down.
So, today, Annie and Pearl are twenty-two years old. They’ve invited some friends over. I’m buying a cake, and bracing myself. Here’s an old poem to mark the place.
CIRCLE
In the womb’s basket
your two bodies form
a circle, a daisy chain
of babies, head up
and head down, legs nested
through your dark mirror
of the chorion.
If a circle
is life’s symbol
for completeness, for “whole,”
then our dreams find you:
a perfect pebble, sliced apple,
bubble, the moon’s toe
testing its “O”
of pond. Chosen
to adopt you, we bless
the chambered heart that calls you
into existence, the hands
that will let go,
counting our hearts’ desire
into our hands.
The doctor calls you “Baby A”
and “Baby B.”
We call you home.
Beautiful
So cute! Happy Birthday ladies!
Happy birthday Annie!!!! Happy birthday Pearl!!!!!!!!
Ahhh so lovely–the poem, the girls. Ahem, young women that is. Happy Birthday Annie and Pearl! and many splendid returns.
Lovely poem Bethany.
All well-wishes welcome. Party went well. Elderly parents (me and my husband) went to bed at 10:30. 🙂