A new mother
Her back to me, she gazed transfixed
at the poplars through the window.
Should I intrude? Then she turned full,
full of tears.
I'd seen her before, masked and tubed,
transfused, others striving for her;
no expression, without outlook,
Now the May morning overwhelmed
her. Trees last seen bare and dormant,
so green, so vibrant, so vivid,
There beside her a new person.
“Never has it been so good to
be alive.” And to know it with
tears of joy.
How could she give thanks enough for
so much intensive skill and care?
We praised God and blessed a new life
gifted to her.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2018