Far and long ago from the echo of
my heart
a son was born - washed along the
shore of
aquamarine waters–the drizzle of
a formerly
uncertain heaven showering light
onto this –
phantastical fresh face blinking
itself indelibly
into the lines of my soul – the
silhouette of all
that was sacred traced by a
fingertip run along
the incomparable down of this cheek nuzzling
my suddenly ripe breast-
this new-born infant –
this new-born me
–swelling with love – dazzling
sensing each reprogramming of every cell of my being
–
breaking the chrysalis of my individual self soaring into
motherhood - rising from white sands sparkling spun sugar
Far and long ago –yesterday in
the shadow
of falling-towered-memories - tomorrow
on
a day when I will drift into the
whisper of the
wind – this love continues –
unchallenged –
unassailable –this far road of
the heart walked
along the shore of birth – laying
in the ecstatic
drizzle of perfumed air – the seeded
sprout-love
blazing forth in hibiscus tree- blossomed glory –
running my again young fingertip down this
miracle
of down-velvet silhouette on this newly appeared face,
laying in lush repose
-sated and ripe as lines drew magical
mystical indelible images across my very
soul changing forever
the landscape of my self - as softly the finger of grace itself brushed my eyes
The brush of that finger brushed upon cheek by a mother...a universal other is so very touching..how quickly time moves but also how magical the transformations it begets
ReplyDeleteYes Jae - I so very much appreciate your understanding :)
DeleteNothing is so wonderful as to look and touch new life from you born to carry part of you on and on into the future.
ReplyDeleteThat is so very true. Thank you for this lovely comment...
DeleteTruly beautiful depiction of becoming a mother! I love this poem -- both content and form and read, line after line, with a nod of recognition... Thanks for this one, Pearl!
ReplyDeleteAwww Nurit - thank you so very much - your nods inspire me ... :)
DeleteA new born child is hope, it's flower and the smell of freshness, indeed a sacred moment.
ReplyDeleteYes precisely Bjorn - hope fresh and flowering ... Thank you :)
DeleteSuch a heartfelt write...!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sanaa for your heartfelt read :)
DeleteI really enjoyed the flow of this poem, Pearl. Mother-love once born grows and grows, is strengthened by the passing of years. It is magical really & is unassailable for all the years of a mother's life. Lovely wordling!
ReplyDeleteOh Mary what a lovely comment - so deeply appreciated.
DeleteWow. Quite beautiful, and very touching.
ReplyDeleteThank you Misky :)
DeleteThis is so tender. The love oozes from your words. A delight to read - even for a mere male!
ReplyDeleteMy Sunday Whirl is called Anguish
No "mere" about you Keith ... there would be no mothers without fathers. :)
DeleteThis is my favorite:
ReplyDelete"breaking the chrysalis of my individual self soaring into
motherhood - rising from white sands sparkling spun sugar"
down-velvet silhouette on this newly appeared face,
ReplyDeleteabsolutely love that line
Oh this is how giving birth changes us at a cellular level. I especially love those closing lines, Pearl. This is a wondrous write. I love every line. Our family has a new baby great granddaughter, so I am watching this miracle of transformation occurring in my granddaughter. Such love!
ReplyDeleteWith the birth of every child, a miracle happens
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
This beautiful ode to a child born and a mother held in awe by tracing the fuzz of his face....such love in each and every line Pearl!
ReplyDeletethat last line is excellent! Great piece.
ReplyDeleteAh yes such a very special,experience.
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely and messianic poem. i couldn't help but become awed by it. loved it!!!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem on parenthood.
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