We were holding her then,
But nothing was holding her.
I saw the head bend to fit through the opening.
That's the way it had been engineered, but I never knew.
My mother had her left leg
I had the right, pushing against the bottom of her foot.
We were a doorway, the three of us,
Come through, now, come through.
I looked mostly at her face.
Even in her pain her brow was knowing.
And around her eyes there was a stillness,
There was something old in her, something sublime.
She bore down in the usual way and then it happened.
We saw who we instantly knew,
Our new girl and right away she was one of us.
Right away.
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