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On this day

I will give him life

I will place it in his thin, pale fingers

They will cut us

and we will bleed

onto the doctors gloves

We will bleed

for your freedom

I will awaken

drugged up and parched

starving for the results

But he will still lay sleeping

under knives and deep breaths

Six hours on a table

Six hours of prayers from our

cousins in the waiting room



Unimaginable love

I carry for the sake of his future



And I am the one

who will hold the honor

and the scar

of what is now and what it was

He will lie there with our hopes while

we are staring out of windows

I am holding him on my shoulders

and the crying now has been constant

I am thinking of the what ifs

and I'm beyond certain that if on this day

we lose him

I will not have the ability to forgive God

But he will bleed

And I will bleed

and we will sleep and wake up

wincing from the pain of fighting for

your life

And holding within ourselves an unspeakable bond

with stitches and gauzes

And that is what is love