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We saw the big brute ship slumber and sink,
That fertile summer of '97,
Decaprio and Winslett on the brink,
One left on Earth, the other to Heaven.
How the big screen seemed to splash in our face
The same tears, streaming hot and freely shed,
The joy and anguish too, felt in our place,
Thoughts of our child, unborn, dying or dead!
How the shift of scenes and the tumult of sound
Echoed the growth and the pain, deep inside,
Our kicking progeny thrashing around--
Feelings, too, we could no longer hide.
Yet we showed up, suited up, jumped in free;
Saw her delivered, and freed from the sea.
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