Bathing in the Dark

Liquid swishes
past your ears,
between your toes,
through tiny fingers.
You open your eyes
and see
Light
but it is dim,
You are protected
by a shade of mother's skin,
like when I close my eyes
and the sun leaks in.

I sink again
into the tub
and feel the water grow cold,
as it never did for you.
It slides away over my body,
as I rise
slippery
to your cry

and am born
cold and heavy into the world,
as you were born,
cold and heavy into my world,
summoned by my cry
eleven weeks ago.
 

Reviews

[wolfsshadow25]

wow i enjoyed reading this you are a talented writer..

[Matthew]

A very powerful and moving piece on birth. Very good work.

[Barry S. Maltese]

Wow, what a beautifully reflective piece. Comparing your child and your's emersion from your bath, as that of birth back into the world. Brilliant point of view

[Pictures Of Me]

This is deeper than that Bobby Darin song. That's not saying much, but I enjoyed it.

Good luck with that whole motherhood thing.

[Jkls]

Amnion status...back to the womb. Some days I long for that kind of warmth and security. Other days I think of it as a cage.

Are we born cold and heavy into the world, or is it a cold and heavy world into which we are born?

New motherhood...new fatherhood...new parenthood, it's a rough transition. Baths never last as long nor are as relaxing. And what of sleep? These are the down sides, the heavy sides, the cold sides, of the bargain. But what of the joy? The feeling of purpose? I guess that is another poem.