Thursday, July 19, 2012

birth



birth.
it calls me:
sings to me in the wee oxytocin filled hours of the night,
whispers my name in the crowds spotted with pregnant bellies,
strengthens my patience in the stretching on-call weeks.

birth.
it suits me:
fits me like a glove,
like the soft sweet arms of my children,
like the strong warm muscles of my life partner.

birth.
it fills me with pure unimaginable delight.


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