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She was still young, but she was leaving.
We took turns
Sitting by her side.
As the room grew light
We kept sitting.
As the room grew dark
We kept sitting.
Crowded in her house: brothers, husband, teenage son
Other girlfriends from times in her life.
Her life: recipes, songs, loved people, favorite books,
Middlemarch,
Indian curries.
We took turns.
We surrounded her,
Held her hand, stroked her hair,
Breathed with her.
She was in labor for a long time,
Giving birth to her death.