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The space between

The opening of our eyes

To the closing of the same for rest

Is most certainly filled with surprise.


We plan, we strategize the future

With the best of intentions

Until a phone call

A collision

An idea

The onset of labor and the breaking of water

Changes everything.


As it is meant to.


[Poem #246.  Context: I’ve found, life changes right when I’m doing something else.  You may feel the same way too.  I was at my job doing my morning routine when I received the phone call that a kidney was available for me.  Today, I was at my job when my wife called, “Baby….Coming!!!”  Baby boy is a week and a half early and he and my wife are doing swell.]


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