Before

Alone for the first time
Since the labour wards
Beckoned my name

'Take a bath' they said
This will help
To calm the pain

For a an hour or so
I had recaptured my body
Away from strangers eyes to see

In that wonderful time
It was just the two of us again
You and me

The big mirror to my left
Seemed to urge me to take a look
I saw a swelling belly perhaps for the last time

Nervous and scared 
Lovingly I patted you
'Tomorrow your tiny hand will be in mine'

I wondered what lay ahead
Would the night be long
Would my own Mother's words be true

When at last you were born
The pain would be forgotten
As soon as I looked at you

By now, it would have begun
Curled in your warm surroundings
Feeling comforted by my heart

The effects would have taken place
Your journey to life
The first time we would be apart

How your little body
Would scramble and shift 
Unhappy to be moved from where you lay

Though you kick
Try to fend it off
Life is coming, its showing you the way

I wanted to savour the moment
To be alone with you
Before the journey took us both by surprise

I just couldn't believe
This time tomorrow
I would say 'She has my eyes'....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Shango Avatar
April 5, 2009 at 3:19 PM
If it were not for you now, I could not tell why I loved my mother so. God rest her soul, thanbks for sharing memories and truth. Peace and love ... as for your comments on my poem, may God bless you.
Shango Avatar
March 23, 2009 at 7:42 AM
A fresh perspective of motherhood and love, the poem delivers! Thanks for comentary. Love always
Townsend Avatar
March 21, 2009 at 1:59 PM
This is so moving. A true mothers heart speaks here. Beautifully written a pleasure to read. Smiles from Lolita
Riley Avatar
March 21, 2009 at 1:54 PM
Love this, yes you do forget th epain, untill they turn into teens. This is a wonderful recapture of the most important role a woman can have. thanks for sharring. Judy Riley
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