Forty years have flown
since you arrived;
born at home...
the midwife
more intent
on talking football
with your dad
than counting minutes
between contractions.
Then out you came –
making your presence
noisily known
before you even saw
the light of day,
at 3.00 a.m. precisely.
The cord – cut,
but the bond
firmly tied.
Bewildered –
you were.
So very small...
about as small
as I felt then;
out of my depth
in this ‘parenting thing’.
The flutter
of your eyelids,
like butterfly kisses
on my cheek...
as you nuzzled
at my breast.
It took nine
whole months
to give you life,
yet, overnight,
you created a mother,
with your very first breath.
Comments
Highhat | August 27, 2011 - 06:45
Beautiful- simply
Silver Spun Sand | August 27, 2011 - 07:53
Pia - thank you;-) Have a good Saturday.
Tina
the unfolding head | August 27, 2011 - 08:26
This is really sweet Tina, a nice ending too. Very good!
Rhiannonw | August 27, 2011 - 09:27
So good to have that clear memory, and to be able to tell it so clearly and simply. Thank you!
Silver Spun Sand | August 27, 2011 - 10:52
tuh - you're a star;-) Tina
Silver Spun Sand | August 27, 2011 - 10:56
Thanks, Rhiannonw;-) A year or so ago I was holidaying in Kent with my daughter, and on the way back home, we made a detour to a place called Rainham where I showed her the house she was born in (from the outside, at least). It brought all the memories flooding back, especially the ones about the midwife;-) Pleased you enjoyed hearing them.
Tina
seashore | August 28, 2011 - 08:22
All mothers will relate to this Tina. I loved it...I also lived in Rainham for short time but then I've lived everywhere!!
Silver Spun Sand | August 28, 2011 - 08:44
Gosh...what a small world it is;-)
Thanks, Coral. Have a nice Sunday.
Tina
skinner_jennifer | August 28, 2011 - 12:20
Hi Tina,
like coral said, you really brought all those
memories back to me with this beautiful poem,
it seems like only yesterday.
Thankyou for the memory and a great read.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | August 28, 2011 - 12:27
You're welcome, Jenny. Hope Sunday is going well for you;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | August 28, 2011 - 14:33
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Tina,many congrats; on the cherries!
A really beautiful poem on memoirs and
preciousness, of babies birth. Much enjoyed.
Always knew she would be a girl, was. Mum with six said "if all round front girl, and back boy right!
Such memories. Waters broke twice. Mine think was 5lb 4oz or 5lb8oz.
Bigger than me, though nappies hung down. Know one states this in books. My legs put in like stirrups up high,possibly as knocked over under shop shade, on way to work then 7 months. Made her two weeks early. Check up mid-wife singing "Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me"? I wondered what was going on?
Blowy breezy day rain and sun in between.
Have a good day
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | August 28, 2011 - 14:45
Gosh - what memories you have, Julie;-) My firstborn was two weeks early as well.
So pleased you enjoyed this and thanks for telling me;-)
Tina xx