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Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.

*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.

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  1. Date: 4/24/2012 6:31:00 AM
    Oh the tears and absolute truth of your poem. Next step to read about G. I. Gurdjieff. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 6/13/2009 9:20:00 AM
    Dear Kristin..a special note for this..expansive performance. Birth is such a huge topic, so impressive, marvelous wonderful..really as you suggest no enough words to discribe the joy. My thoughts are there are at least 3 separate in their own right this one lovely entry..and boy would I like to read all of them! Light & Love

  1. Date: 5/26/2009 10:16:00 PM
    The joy of motherhood fills this beautiful write, Kristin. There is nothing so grand as a mother's love. Lovely poem! Carolyn

  1. Date: 5/16/2009 12:57:00 AM
    Bes wishes with this one Kristin.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcom comments

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 9:01:00 AM
    Absolutely a 1st class gem of how to present the magical moment , each mother must feel . Masterful , Souper K .....

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 8:43:00 AM
    A Jamaican poet, Dennis Scot, wrote a poem: the rope and the cross ... you two should get together, for none can make the eternal so momentary, and time so eternal as you two ... it is a special gift I am sure, that in only telling your stories ... you achieved so much ... as if the process of creation itself is so powerful that it is creating while being created.

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 7:25:00 AM
    Kristin this is so beautiful, I pictured every word. I'll bet you are the most loving of mothers. God Bless and have a beautiful day, you sure made my day with this write. Ron

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 6:54:00 AM
    Oh my dear Kristin.....I lived this amazing poem word by word, and relived the experience through your eyes, my own eyes, and then standing next to my daughter and seeing this through her eyes as well....this is one for keeping, and for feeling that moment again and time in our lives will ever ever match that precious experience....This is so beautiful and sacred. Sacred is the perfect word ....yes.x0x0x0

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 6:21:00 AM
    Yes, I agree with everyone. Especially Stacey, as I recall with vivid detail (which will be 22 years ago next month) when they brought my son to me face to face, tears, joy so sacred, everyone else seemed to have disappeared - all as you captured so beautifully, so tenderly. What an incredible write bringing tears of remembrance of life's greatest miracle to us all. Brilliantly written. Too beautiful, you do such justice and more to the experience. Love, Shar xoxo

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 6:15:00 AM
    Hi Kristin... marvelously written, incredibly touching, beautifully depicted... need I say thanks for the comments Kristin

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 5:38:00 AM
    You have just written the opening page to a fascinating novel...I want more of this write...I hope your genius mind will allow you to look through the window of these lives and continue with what should be a great story. Best wishes in the contest but also continuing this write.

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 5:36:00 AM
    Alright, you reduced me to tears, K. This is absolutely gorgeous!! In my faves, where else would it be. Any woman who has been in this moment will feel this poem inside their very soul. Wow. Love you!! Love C

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 3:41:00 AM
    Such tenderness, madonna and child. A perfect picture enough to renew our faith in humanity. "Fresh for them springing, fresh from the world". Touching imagery, good write, Kristin. (You see? Literary works need not be sexy or sexed-up to be truly good!!!). Fred

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 2:56:00 AM
    That my dear Kristin belongs in a magazine. I love how you invite in the reader and then show them out again and narriate then events as if we are actually outside the room, great entry!-AA