I pass your train station everyday. I see your building in the skyline as I take a cab down the FDR to another birth. And there you are, down the street from my aunts house...near where I used to hang-out as a teenager when I had that first boyfriend in Brooklyn...and that other train station, two stops from the last. I remember you in Queens, I remember you in a snow storm. I remember you in my Bronx, that was a long one! New Jersey too, I remember. I remember you walking the streets of Manhattan...I was born here too...even in the same hospital. Three blocks from where my grandmother used to live. Bumping into you a year later at Wholefoods--so big now! It was that day, that night, that morning, when you decided come. You are all over my city, where my first child was born too. My city has become all the more mine. I feel all the more connected to the families & future families... streets, stops, shops, places, history where I was lucky enough to witness the miracle of your birth!
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