I celebrate two births A little sprawling babe Violent need All arms and legs The joyful pain of becoming A cry in the night for A mother’s arms
And of your birth, too My sister, my friend, all Curled up in that tiny, wrinkled fist So strong. All your hopes Waiting to be born Within you. Fear not You are enough.
This is an honest, beautiful poem. Your voice comes through and the last line in particular gives me chills.
While the message is present and strong, the poem would work better with punctuation and without the capitalization at the beginning of each line, as it can be distracting. I hope you can use my feedback.
This is an honest, beautiful poem. Your voice comes through and the last line in particular gives me chills.
While the message is present and strong, the poem would work better with punctuation and without the capitalization at the beginning of each line, as it can be distracting. I hope you can use my feedback.
I enjoyed the poem. Real life poetry is the best poetry. Birth of child does change our view on life and living. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
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