Reborn
Her name was Marion:
patience of Ms Nightingale; sternness of a schoolteacher; the humanity
of a friend. She delivered our baby at
4.55am.
Shift over; she slipped on her leather trousers and jacket,
a pair of biker boots and a bright red helmet.
So incongruous: perhaps her own midwife crisis?
your posts are so heartberaking.
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