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Acceptance is not always immediate when a new life begins. The surprise irritates the ego, which revolts, then accepts. Fully accepts, because it is not the child that is unwanted, but, confusedly, the thought of upset in routine to come. Still, it seems to me that carrying a child is not to carry the future, but rather the present. The future takes hold of us after the separation, when we aren’t expecting it…
Anne, Ladysmith, Québec
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We started you in Banff
cooking you up between sulphur springs,
wine and sliding skis
through diamond fields of snow.
And we skated in the shade of
Lake Louise’s glacier, balancing on thin steel
over the clear, crazed ice.
We made you with pleasure in the strength
and softness of our bodies, my tadpoles doing
the Canadian crawl
to your mother’s spore, the other half
of who you’d be.
You took root and held, your mother
sure from the start you’d stay.
She called me from a phone booth
to tell me she’d changed
into a song with accompaniment.
John, Toronto, Ontario