While all around a
whirlwind of life,
hands reaching out
so clenched really
tight, ready and able
putting up a fight,
eyes shut - equilibrium
once more restored...
as on each breath taken
there's release of pain,
the heart beats echo...
waves drift in and out
relentless and free are
coming like whispers on
a soft gentle breeze...
happiness giving life...
face moist with teardrops
skin once smooth alabaster,
now glowing incandescent
pushing forward - scarlet
ever forceful - determined,
suffering it could never be
but unique and special...
like the simple promise of
rain to come, the aftermath
of the intense heatwave -
finding those hands
squeezing so tight
shouting with gusto
rhythms take flight,
remembering those words,
*a little one to shine*
holding on so tight the
little mite...for lifes
blood did run from this
came an only son,
so perfect...complete,
milk started flowing
like a river of dreams
to suckle and sustain,
no more to cry those
endless tears shed,
heavy eyes closed...
tightly shut - chaos -
madness and fear left
so far behind, now all
that's left is a warm
caress, safe in the
knowledge of sleep...
To you I give my love.

Comments
Highhat | July 24, 2011 - 13:01
Oh I remember when my children were newborn- lovely- where does the title come from- ? A song? I'll have to read it again to fully understand , I think!
;)Pia
Oh yes it is beautiful-. as only a mother can express it- thank you for a wonderful read Jenny-
(maybe you should leave out 'small'- and just write 'little mite'?)
skinner_jennifer | July 24, 2011 - 13:14
Hi Pia,
totally agree with you about taking out the 'small,'
so have made the change, I think it looks a lot
better. Thankyou.
I'm glad you enjoyed this one, I really got a lot
of pleasure out of writing it.
Thankyou for reading and commenting. Hope you are
having a good Sunday.
Jenny.
well-wisher | July 24, 2011 - 14:15
Very emmotive and lots of great imagery. I also felt
the rhythm moved me onwards and upwards. Uplifting.
There's an intense passion behind the words:
the heart beats echo...
waves drift in and out
relentless and free are
coming like whispers on
a soft gentle breeze...
and
finding those hands
squeezing so tight
shouting with gusto
rhythms take flight,
JoHn
skinner_jennifer | July 24, 2011 - 14:39
Hello John,
I'm glad you picked up on the passion, I think that
having a baby can produce so many different feelings
for a woman, almost like a recipe of ingredients
thrown together, producing so much emotion, it's
hard to describe, but I did try with this poem.
Having been through childbirth myself, I tried to
pick up on those feelings.
I really do appreciate you reading and leaving a
comment. I hope you are having a peaceful Sunday.
Jenny.
RachelPatricia | July 24, 2011 - 17:53
Ah, Jenny - there is nothing quite as magical as a newborn baby, is there? Especially when it's your own - I miss the smell, to be honest - babies have a certain smell, don't they? I used to spend hours sticking my nose to their fluffy little scalps and breathing it in, this poem brought it all back for me, so beautifully put and I bet you're a fantastic mother, if this poem alone is anything to go by :)
Brilliant, I love it, and definitely one of my favourites of yours :)
Rachel xx
skinner_jennifer | July 25, 2011 - 09:04
Dear Rachel,
thankyou so much for reading this piece. I have to
admit to agreeing with you about babies, yes they
do have a special little smell. I remember just
after having my son and holding him, I really didn't
want to let him go, I just lay there, looking and
talking to him, telling him about his bedroom and
all the walks I would take him on, its just one of
those things I suppose every mother does.
Anyway Rachel again thankyou for reading and the
great comment.
Have a great week, hope things don't get to hectic
with your little ones.
Jenny.
Denzella | April 11, 2012 - 19:49
Hello Jenny,
If I didn't know who had written this I think I would have guessed. It reflects your personality absolutely and your poetic voice comes through very strongly.
Much enjoyed.
Moya
skinner_jennifer | April 12, 2012 - 09:52
Good morning Moya,
thankyou so much for your kind words, they are
always so encouraging and I always appreciate
what you have to say.
Hope you are well. Don't forget to keep writing
your wonderful stories, they always put a smile
on my face, making my day.
Thanks again.
Jenny.