There used to be only one
Like the Sun
That everything revolved around
And now there are so many
Like a new Constellation
I am
My friends are
My own Mum still loves
We lucky lot
With a new place in the Universe
Birthing children
and children birthing us
equally
without one there isnt the other
The enormity of the blessing
no card and no flower can reflect...
Perhaps a poem?
Its worth a try
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