ebb, flow

This morning, after years battling cancer
when she should have been giggling about the Jonas brothers,
discovering her style, and picking fights with her sister,
she died.
She was comfortable.  At peace.  Finally free to go smile again.

Just hours later, I was handed a limp, blue bundle.
I had to think fast, act fast.  Do it just right.
It worked.
Now she is spending the first of many nights in her mother's arms.