Looking at her first born,
she remembered those six long years
of wondering if she and her husband
would have a child. Perhaps
they had tried too hard, as
when they stopped trying,
her pregnancy stayed, and
her son was born.
“My life has been filled with
miracles,” she thought,
thinking of the polio that almost
took her life at five years old.
“Your daughter won’t see her sixth year,’
the doctor told her parents.
But then one day she moved a toe,
and from there got well, with only
her left arm that was a challenge.
She sighed, gently squeezing
her son’s hand. Now, fifty years
after having polio, it was her
time to go. “I love you,Mom,”
her son said. Smiling at him,
she closed her eyes, and