The week's theme at Natural Parents Network is Parenting in Poetry and Prose, so for Wordless Wednesday over there we're sharing our poetic and prosy pictures.
I quoted part of this poem from my parenting poetry book, Poetry of a Hobo Mama, at NPN — here's the whole poem, with some extra pictures as well.
Did we make the right choice?
The drive in the car,
contractions bucking me off the back seat,
buckle untethered around my bulk,
pressing with all my might onto my own fist
at the small of my back.
Parking in the illegal spot in back
and wheeling in through the automatic door,
the smells hitting, that smell,
that hospital smell,
of stale and clean, boxy and blank.
The smell of empty,
the smell of bright.
The voices began,
not like the murmur of midwives,
but questions lobbing and pencils scratching
and orders barking, to me, to themselves,
and my voice ignored
like a whine by a child in the dark.
But out you came,
for out you were coming,
and I grieve for you,
that you did not have the birth I wanted,
the peace I would have wrapped for you with a bow,
the hands that would have been gentle,
the voices that would have been hushed,
the lights that would have been dim,
and the you who would have snuggled to my breast,
unaware still of that bright sterile world
beyond the calm
beyond the womb
beyond the pressure of one heartbeat
who loves you.
Read more from Poetry of a Hobo Mama: The First Three Years.
at my super-cool collection of Wordless Wednesday linkies,
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