Daughter Birth Poems

 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

    You gave me hopewhen times
    Were...

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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...

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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...

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Pain searing through me;
My energy flowing away free,
Drained to the core,
I did not know if I could take more. 

Exhausted and weary;
So very bleary, 
I...

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Belly swells, life within

Lotus petals drift 
On the temple pond, 
arranging new constellations

Golden light within,
Speaking to life around,
Dancing in her womb

Night jasmine unfurls 
Sweet prophecies...

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Nine months is a very long time
From the day of conception
When a new life is created
The waiting begins
So does the hope and planning
All climaxing in...

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A young babe was born in the middle of the month of May.
She lost her mother in a sad way days before her first birthday.
To...

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September  2051

End of  Autumn breeze sweet and gentle
Fluttering the garden as it passed. 
Holly was on video phone with her parents 8 morning...

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My daughter’s last breath
my first poem, “Stay,” was born—
a sad mother’s grief,
desperate for a reason
to stay for another day....

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