How You Arrived

In that houseyou were conceived. See that room on the second floor to the left? That’s it, that’s the holy place.

 

Later, your mother and I went for a walk up the mountain, stopping at a clearing.

 

Chickadees sang to us from the spruce trees, told us your name– the name of a girl.

 

We vowed to make a home on the spot where the birds foretold your birth.

 

 

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