Musings by The Poet Loriet

Miracle

Oh, the pressure!
Hot knives stabbing~
screams and growls
somewhere off in the distance...
Or is that me?!

Faces swim in and out of view,
spinning around me,
my own face hot and tight,
pressure engulfing me~
up my back, down my thighs...

Like a selfish child
wanting my way...
No more waiting...
I have to
ppuuussssshhhhh
away the pain.

A deep breath
using all my strength,

"Hold it! Chin to your chest!
You can do it, honey!
Ohmigod, look!
All that dark hair!
Oh sweetie!
Our baby's coming!
Come on~PUSHHHHHHH!"

Surreal relief,
I lay whimpering as
PLOP!
On my chest is placed
a wailing, red-faced being...

Then quiet peace.

We stare at one another in awe,
this babe and I,
trying to comprehend
that it's over...
We're together
forevermore.

A wave of sweet maternal love,
tears of joy stream from my eyes...

I am totally in awe!
Me?!!!
Yes~me!
I am
the greatest artist that ever lived!
My sweet masterpiece~

This babe's tender head
suckles my breast,
then warm and heavy,
sleeps contentedly
in my limp, noodle arms.


Lori Beal


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