The It

I feel It.
          The It that sings pain and ache.
           This time though it is in early surfer waves
                                                                     soft
                                                                     purposeful
                                                                     labor.

She sits with her husband in the trauma room knowing It will come.

She is mother, wife, woman.
                                 Life wife--sometimes a slave to emotion and love.

We are together.
            She story.
            My story.

I held her and it feels of sister.

Her husband, my husband.
Her parents, my parents.

The list long but such tenderness knowing We
                                                                    Stories
                                                                    Living family fabric are different.

And the It
              remains the same.