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  • I come downstairs on this large day,
    to see you at the table.
    Your coffee before you and a book
    in hand.
    I kiss your forehead
    and don't ask you the
    question.

    Too scared,
    too full of the long night...
    thinking we had made
    the wrong and fatal decision.

    You look up at me and in
    your measured tone,
    the one that could deliver
    love or death, so deliberate,
    without changing innotation,
    you say - we have two chicks.

    Exhaling I put my hand on your
    warm neck,
    I am so very glad.


    photo...mine
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