A Whisper of Life
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"A Whisper of Life" was born from a deeply personal experience—my wife's decision to have our third child in the United States, a choice that left me waiting in Panama without my family. This unexpected pregnancy, coming after we believed our family was complete with our son born in 1995, filled me with a mixture of anticipation and reflection.
The poem is a meditation on the awe-inspiring process of fetal development, a journey from the initial spark of life to the moment of birth. I wanted to capture the wonder of this miracle, the delicate dance of cells and the gradual unfolding of a new human being. It's a tribute to the resilience of life and the profound connection between mother and child.
Writing this poem was a way for me to connect with the experience, even from a distance, and to express the profound sense of wonder and anticipation that filled me during those months. I hope it resonates with readers who have experienced the miracle of new life and the emotional journey that accompanies it.
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Within a sacred vessel, a miracle starts,
A tiny spark of life, beating tiny hearts.
No bigger than a poppy seed, a speck in the blue,
Yet programmed with potential, to dream and to do.
The walls, once bare, now cushioned and warm,
A nurturing haven, safe from the storm.
The yolk sac, a lifeline, provides early food,
As fingers and toes sprout, misunderstood.
A symphony of cells, in perfect accord,
Building a masterpiece, silently adored.
Blood begins to flow, a crimson tide,
Nourishing the growing form, deep inside.
Muscles and bones, in intricate dance,
Taking their shape, given a precious chance.
Limbs that will flail, and eyes that will see,
A mind that will wonder, eternally.
The placenta extends, a lifeline so strong,
Mother and child, a bond where they belong.
Waste whisked away, nutrients brought near,
A silent exchange, a love held so dear.
Weeks turn to months, a transformation grand,
The tiny form growing, a masterpiece planned.
Hiccups that flutter, a practice for cries,
Dreaming of sunlight, and starlit skies.
Lungs take a breath, a rehearsal for air,
The world a whisper, a promise to share.
Fingerprints etched, a unique design,
A face starts to form, truly divine.
The womb, once a haven, now feels a bit tight,
Ready to greet the world, bathed in morning light.
A journey of wonder, a mystery so bold,
From a whisper of life, to a human of gold.
Copyright © Joel Hawksley | Year Posted 2025
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