The Well, the Pool and the ocean

A poem inspired by the birth of my daughter.

Oh mama, the days were sweet in your tummy

You had clasped me in your loving pincer

And I had sloshed jollily in that warm, sweet well of yours 

Savouring the impossibility of solitude

As the languid-lullaby-rhythm of your heart

Lapped at my shell-like.

In the distance a muffled love forming.

 

Oh mama, it was a bittersweet day that I left your belly

But as I left your waters and swam into your hands

It was like crossing two seas that met

For you had lovingly prepared me a pool to make the world less stark.

And as you pulled me to your chest;

My shell-like once more pressed to your heart

And your body warm and moist around me

I had no need to cry.

 

Oh mama, now the days are sweet in your arms

Each day I bathe in the fruits of your gaze

And I feel the water all around me

As I swim in the ocean of your joyful love

The frothy waves tickling at my chin

The warm undercurrents patting my skin

The laws of water evermore our bond

 

 

 

Author's Note

Any feedback is welcome