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Giving Birth

Giving birth in a sterile room machines green gowns medical masks and gloves float around me medication squirts into my spine my legs are no longer conscious but I am Waiting as if from someone else's body he is pulled from my abdomen Tugging against his resistance they retrieve him he does not want to leave me not knowing that I am his destination his CRY loud primitive angry Not yet human fills the sterile room when they bring him to me swaddled clean pink he tries to peer out of swollen eyes at his destination.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 6/10/2016 11:15:00 AM
Wow! What a way to celebrate such an important milestone... I love how so accurately you create the sterile room. An obvious # 7 from me my dear.
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Date: 1/25/2016 6:37:00 PM
a wonderful poem with a particularly touching ending...
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Susan Walker
Date: 1/26/2016 7:18:00 AM
Ilene, thank you so much. This poem is particularly near and dear to my heart!

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