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Stairs

You were climbing stairs
when your legs forgot
the rhythm they had followed
since they began to crawl.

As you tumbled, your hands
did not reach for the rail
but clutched around
your belly so full of me.

For hours you lay before
those stairs singing softly
begging your womb
to retain its grip.

Now I carry you to bed
and though my arms arefull
of you, my legs climb strong
and they do not give way.

They will not give way.

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Kristine Holland