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Author Name: Premiumlunacat 7 Comments
Date Added: August 29, 2006 20:08:25 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Birthing First

You of the bulbous belly,

Grown from the piercing gaze of your eyes

And the mixing of our love

In one of many passionate nights of

Tender touch and interconnectedness.

Spanning the velvet globe of your skin

We note the amorphous elbow

The occasional foot

As this amalgamation of souls

Makes itself known to we

Who will give our lives as necessary

In order that the rolling fetus should thrive.

We wonder at the future of this creation

At the shared future of this incipient family

And the nature of guidance and vulnerability

Only some of which we see as controllable.

But control, now, has lost itís basis of debate.

There is urgency in this evening of uterine announcement,

A need so compelling that neither time

Nor conscious thought nor the beating of a traffic light

Can impede the inevitable series of events

Now upon us.

And as the moment approaches

Amid the grunting sweet agony of stretching tissue

The inscrutable darkness delivers arms full of

Precious little girl

Momentarily blinded by the light of humanity

Gasping the first breath of independent air

Bestowed with faces of loving kindness

And immediately the instigator of melted hearts.

In this moment of peaceful revolution

We greet Phoebe Luna.

Author's Notes:
My experience with the birthing of babies was decades ago, before ultrasound was an available technology. But we had decided that, lacking some medical requirement, we did not wish to know fetal gender until the point of delivery. Thus we tailored names and other arrangements around the nature of raising a child, regardless of plumbing configuration. Wasn't long before plumbing became a matter of great importance, but alas, no girls.
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Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on November 6, 2006 10:57:54 PM Report
"Tender touch and interconnectedness
Spanning the velvet globe of your skin"...I especially loved this part! =))


Becoming parents is a life changing experience. It sounds as if you gave the most important things about child rearing some very careful consideration.


What is this "grunting sweet agony of stretching tissue" all about? You must be kidding Robert!!! Take it from a woman who is just plain "agony". *laughs*


These are heart warming words and you are so right...little girls do melt hearts. 





Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on September 14, 2006 05:53:11 AM Report
A poem so wrought through with wonderment and the accepting of the inevitable sequence of events...

oh how my heart is warmed and my spirit lifted by reading through these treasured words the mind of the father.


into favs for sure.

ali x

Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on September 5, 2006 05:46:40 PM Report
Those are such SPECIAL times....the awaiting....the anticipation...the wondering...Ahhh, those were the days....Not clinical, but ethereal....The surprise of the gender, the excitement....You have bundled up the feeling PERFECTLY, Robert.....Applause....

Just me ,


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on August 30, 2006 01:36:31 AM Report
Robert, You have expressed a great poem of how  life becomes our vocal point in life..  a boy or girl?? as long as it is healthy and  ready for the parents to love...moving poem my dear friend... sounds like you need a girl... how many boys so far???  A friend ~ She Whispers
Comment By: FreeTobi on August 29, 2006 08:52:20 PM Report
A true look into the souls touched by the gift of a child. Lovingly told in such eloquence! It is such a promising time, we are filled with possibilities beyond compare for our future and that of the unborn. As always your words speak to the depth of my soul Robert. Truly an amazing tribute to life!

Comment By: TrialAnn on August 29, 2006 08:41:56 PM Report
You told the tale of childbirthing in such stylistic fashion. I wish I
could remember the birth of my two kids in such a lovely way. I just
think, yikes and #$%@ when I recall the vocabulary of the moments!
Nicely done...;)

Comment By: FreeAngelique on August 29, 2006 08:37:10 PM Report
So very lovingly written. This brought a smile to my face. What a sweet glimpse of a family in waiting. Quite a beautiful picture.


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