Daughter Birth Poems

From The Workship Collection Joe My Belvoed Beau

My parents did not know  

About  Joe 

My beloved beau  

And what the maturing character did  

Making him a heroic paternal

Games and Life

Mother's Daughter

Mother’s Daughter

As they delivered you into the world upside-down, they wiped you clean
With steady hands that did not shake with the thunder of the firmament

Laying

Fathers POV part 1

One day God decided to give me you 
I was so young and scared I didn't know what to do 
He told me he has

Daddy

My best friend saw me born.
Coronation of blood,
Tearing through his long beloved.
Floppy neck and flailing limbs,
Protesting my own birth.
Constricting cord,
A life noose, murderous 
Cut from

Do Not Abandon Me

"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet

Why does life start out from a loving mother,
only to be given to another?
This loving

HYACINTH HANDS

 Hyacinth Hands

Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery 
petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best performance

Happy Mother's Day

To the woman who gave me birth,
Who helped me realize my worth.
When it seemed dark everywhere,
You held my hand with deepest care.

The day I started

No Name

No Name
by Cathrin Stuart

Do you know how it feels
when you say nine months you carried me,
but could think of no name?

Do you know how it

The Invisible Strength

The sparrow cannot help being tireless.
The banyan cannot help being sheltered.
The moon cannot help being constant.
And I cannot help being Amma.

Even in my sleep, I

Between Life and Life Threat

Yes, I stumble whenever I see the hospital looming.
Yes, I collapse whenever I hear the monitors screaming.
Yes, I shatter whenever I think of the bleeding

THE SNOWS OF LOVE

It was a very cold day I was tired all afternoon,
I felt the need to sleep and I took to my bed,
I double checked the

My amazing daughter

For all the things my hands have held.
The best by Far is you.....

    You gave me hopewhen times
    Were

Threshold

Cold hospital light 
My footsteps pause at the door. 
Her cries pierce the walls.

Birth's ancient struggle unfolds.
Beyond where fathers may go

Nurses hurry past.
With cryptic glances

Daughters

The wonderful sounds of cries when their born 
The happy tears we shed at first sight 
A newborn daughter we'll cherish 
For life and for