Beginnings And Endings
Birth was suppose to come much easier than this.
Panting quickly as I was taught,
the pain dissolves my gallant front
and tears have come from eyes squeezed shut
I heard a voice unlike my own
The room is filled with some concern
I groan, the doctor takes a turn
Quick-fire decision, a swift incision
... a tug, a void,...a cry... a baby born..
The next several hours are a bit of a blur
until everything clears, alone in my room
on sterilized sheets, too stiff, too sleek,
too fragrant of bleach, to think about sleep.
Suddenly, all I can think about is mother
and how different it was for her,
especially, since her young husband was so far away
This miracle I bore, as soft as fine silk,
with tiny closed fists, rose-petal nails
fills me with joy, with relief, I am filled
with a deep pang of grief
for a long ago thief
I can feel the connection, mixed joy, and compassion
I'm bathed in the scent of my brand new beginning ......
But my thoughts stream back to a time long ago
to a hope that ended that I've been told
My mother in bed, after losing her first....
So young, in her bed, without child,........ bleeding red
from the war that she fought, while my Dad fought his own
I cry tears all alone.... for the grief that she owned
as I cherish the breath.....of this babe on my breast
The circle of life, starts with birth .....sometimes, death
Contest: A Hundred In a Row
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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