Although the story was short,you gave a beautiful expression of motherhood./joeparente

I like this =) A direct shot of "awww" into the jugular, short and high-dosage.

Thanks for the comments, Kashers. I looked again at the sentence you mention and hummed and hah-ed over it; then I decided that I like it that way. I'm talking about two past events: me sitting beside the incubater, and then, further back, the first few hours of her life. So that explains the "now". i'm glad that you challenged me with it though. Makes me think carefully about every word.

When I was fourteen my parents decided they needed to add to our family. They had twins, girls, and one weighed only two pounds when she was born, the other five. We had to wait for Tammie to gain weight before she was allowed to come home, and even then she was soooo tiny. I was afraid to touch her, but I remember holding her tiny hand with only the tip of my finger. A sneeze, a hiccup, all the other little things we all do in such a tiny pacage. This was good. I gave you a vote. Best of luck in the contest. It will be tough for the judges to pick just one. :-)
Denna

I remember having to take care of my older sisters premy baby she weighted only four pounds and I had to cut diapers into four equal quarters and use scoch tape for her . What a blessing indeed and now she is a most beautiful girl my neice .

hey dear poetry friend.. I really appreciate your work and this is one of your good books and written in a very professional way..heart feeling expression and composition of words are soul touching..liked it..well done

Very sweet story. I voted!

this one brought a smile to my face!

It was the first thing I wrote, a few years ago. We had to write a ten minute description of someone and that's what came out. Now she's the tallest member of the family and a professional singer. The tubes down her throat have left her with amazing husky vocals..

:) :) It captures the essence of live/death cycle of our lives... in something so delicate that flowers into a strong resilient form. Very optimistic. What is left out is the story. How did she survive... But you leave it up to us to tell that part. well written!