Chamber for metamorphosis
cells, toes, body, mind
meld, breathe, grow within
seek and find
passage to the world.
Cord nurtured life
cut, but not.
Tether stretches,
sometimes taunt
always there.
Fingers clasp, spirit touches
eyes smile, seek and find.
You were the beginning.
You are the constant star
an infinite circle of love.
lillian the home poet 
So very beautiful. Precious photos as well.
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So nice to see you this morning. Glad you like it!
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I like it! The primal relationship is fertile ground.
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So good to see you here this morning! Thanks much – primal relationship indeed 🙂
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