The Quickening
Brandon Peterson
Little hands reaching up from out your womb
Into the bright white room
Little lungs filling up
To feel your touch, to get to know you
And she will love you so very much
Unconditionally, unbelievable
And she will turn you to dust
No longer hardened to the touch
A flashbulb memory
A summer morning, your mom and I
In the great room, sharing a happy cry
'Cause life had been so very hard
And in that moment, the tight knot we harvested fell apart
When we knew that light was on its way
The darkest dark of days were passing by
When we saw you on that X-ray screen
So perfect, so serene
Nothing before mattered at all
And she will love you so very much
Unconditionally, unbelievable
And she will turn you to dust
No longer hardened to the touch
A flashbulb memory