Downpour of Shower.

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I have poured into these women’s lives… and they down poured into mine.
A shower downpour.
A twist on what I do for them… A feast for me and this pregnancy.
Every time I have noted a food they have brought… every time I have told them a food was “delicious”… it was found on this table. Because that is what women do…
We note who hears us…. we value listening.
Our eyes blink between blinks when we see that someone heard our voice… our real voice.

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So many babies…
all different stages.
Many still swirling about in happy amniotic fluids…
Some reaching for straws.. getting their first taste of lemonade.
All appreciated.

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We sat with lights twinkling as the sun faded.

All of us talking about the secret world of women… like women do when they sit back without husbands.

The candles our only witness’ to  the sit back and laugh of women left without interruptions.

The rain clouds of earlier long gone… the only shower is the down pour of blessings in this peaceful laughter filled evening.

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