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.