To Marina After Giving Birth To A Baby Girl
now you are complete
your husband and yourself
and baby marina
that you named maria after
your great grandmother,
your world is a circle closed
and we cannot get in there anymore
lest we are nothing
but planets losing our own
orbits
clashing with the privacy of
your own galaxy
do not be disturbed
as we close our own circles too
alone by ourselves
we become stars
distant stars in the skies
from your room
as you begin to sing the
lullaby
we are different
our glitters dim like dying lights
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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