Born Normal

Born normal

yet ever so tiny

 

A fighter on par

with Holyfield

ever so mighty

 

A miracle of nature

yet kept going by a 

staff made of dedication

 

This is what the father

has faith in

 

This is what the mother

has faith in, even though

she sleeps comfortably

and makes quiet gestures

to something above her

and outside her

 

Sipping sludge,

he remembers the

operating room

and he was calm,

he was cool and

he was collected

because the staff

acted similarly,

years and hours

of experience

behind them,

the section went

well and the raspberry

that is here today

grasped her daddy's

finger for the first time

 

For once, he is at ease,

zen with everything,

kind of maybe,

but who really knows?

 

He is glad for one thing,

he decided to be here

for this day after all

 

And he will always love them

Reviews

[Liza]

after reading Eagle aka John's review; i didn't know you had a daughter...it made me see you and this write more tenderly....my heart has softened; thank you.

[Eagle Cruagh]

An exceptional poem which
sums the birth of your
daughter by C section.
The little child grasping your
finger and the pleaseure of '
being with the mother and
child though you were reflective
about the experience in the
beginning.
Wonderful, loving poem about
the experience. Beautiful.
--- John