Poem -
Birth
Body pained
mind insane
gripping hands
dismembered voices
push, push, push!
belaboured
staccato breaths
an inner revolution
screaming
stop, stop, stop!
Tortuous writhing
body contriving
push, push, push!
insides pressing
time seems to rush
emotions afire
caught in a crossfire
thoughts hurtling
anxiously fearing.
Tears finally wept
amongst the sweat
joyously calming
remaining
radiantly beautiful
in the afterglow
of childbirth
a womanβs gift
of priceless worth.
Β© Alan Noakes
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Comments
Hello Alan...
ββββββI remember when people would ask are you having a boy or a girl?
Do you know?
In the USA we're not allowed to really say that anymore or we're called every name in the Book of bad things to be called...
Congratulations you pushed out an IT!!
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
Well what can I say, you comment only goes to show that not only in the USA but that the whole world has gone mad with this whole gender issue at my age it appears to be the most infuriating and nonsensical propositions I have ever heard. As to the "it" I am sure it would have been either a male or female and both would be beautiful.
The drugs help!Β Β
Hi and thanks for the comment, I am sure they do but nevertheless this excruciating labour is terrifying and that is what i wanted to capture and the elation afterwards.