Birth and Maternity

Birth and Maternity is a group for artist to share their work that / involves the maternity process, from the 9 months of pregnancy to the / moment of birth.

  • Ainsley Kellar Creations

    The Palm Tree And The Coconut by Ainsley Kellar...

    I was once a lonely palm tree
    Alone as I could be
    Til one day there appeared below
    A coconut on me…
    By day we’d sway
    And watch the world
    Beside an azure sea
    By night we’d cuddle close, us …

    87 words

  • Ainsley Kellar Creations

    With Love, Unconditionally by Ainsley Kellar...

    The mountain said to the pebble,
    “Why are you so sad?”
    And with a sigh, the pebble spoke,
    His eyes fixed on his dad’s.
    “I am so very tiny,
    So miniscule, you see…
    I wish I coul…

    166 words

  • Ami  Wilber-Mosher

    An Act of Love by Ami Wilber-Mo...

    She screams out in her agony,
    She cries out in her pain.
    She knows there is a reason,
    But it hurts her just the same.

    164 words

  • en-joy

    Abortion and the wrong door! by en-joy

    I used to visit an old lady,
    about once a month.
    She was way over eighty. We talked about a lot of things.
    She loved to talk about her family, how they had survived the war,
    her experiences being a docto…

    407 words

  • Ainsley Kellar Creations

    Nothing To Offer... by Ainsley Kellar...

    I have nothing to offer
    But arms to hold you
    Words to soothe you
    Love to cheer you…

    Nothing to offer,
    No, nothing to offer….

    But

    Me…

    27 words

  • Ainsley Kellar Creations

    Longing Haiku by Ainsley Kellar...

    Lost in a sweet reverie

    13 words

  • Wendy  Slee

    My Child by Wendy Slee

    Memories, like toys abandoned,
    Found later to be loved again,
    So real, yet so elusive.

    543 words

  • Gregory John O'Flaherty

    For Annie and Luke by Gregory John O...

    Nappies to change and keep clean
    Bottles to fill and keep warm
    A free moment now never seen
    Too slow a nappy becomes a shit fight

    171 words

  • Michelle Rogers

    Selfishness Shelved by Michelle Rogers

    Selfishness shelved
    ‘Woe Is Me’ set aside, cast into a silky, hearty web of ‘Blessed Am I.’
    Obsession with flat stomach, tight buns and perfect complexion
    Transformed into an acceptance of self, pure lo…

    147 words

  • Michelle Rogers

    Alive by Michelle Rogers

    And at thirty, I truly loved my body
    as it encased a separate being
    Heart beating within my heart
    Relying on my blood
    Trusting in my care
    Sleeping sweetly, a quiet soul
    Ignoring all of my plights
    No longer …

    175 words

  • Gregory John O'Flaherty

    New Millennium by Gregory John O...

    Want to do the Devil
    In my brand new shoes

    517 words

  • ChrisCharles

    The People of the Porgera. by ChrisCharles

    She held her swollen abdomen and grimaced as her pelvic muscles tightened with a fierceness she had not experienced before.
    895 words

  • zandria

    Waiting For You by zandria

    After all that we’ve already been through
    And after all that there is left to do
    Waiting for you has been the hardest part

    You may not exist yet but we know you are here
    Your name is chosen, your futur…

    126 words

  • vanesse

    Blessed With A Boy... by vanesse

    Since the day you were born
    our life was never the same.
    God had blessed us with a boy
    who we gave his dad’s name.

    When my labor was finally over
    and we heard your first cry.
    Your dad was so proud
    h…

    131 words

  • vanesse

    My Baby, Is Having A Baby... by vanesse

    Like the sand falling
    through the hourglass
    my little girl has grown

    I can hardly believe
    my little girl will have
    a child to call her own

    A parents greatest challenge
    is handling problems they will face…

    122 words

  • vanesse

    Love Shows... by vanesse

    I want your hand
    Good God above
    In raising up
    This child I love

    Because I know you
    Can clearly see
    How precious
    My child is to me

    Please guide me
    So I teach her right
    Lord, watch her while
    she sleeps thro…

    68 words

  • Roscoe Davis III

    Abortion at 5 months by Roscoe Davis III

    I laid my hand across your stomach
    I felt him kicking me!
    My SOn! My SON!
    Imprisoned in a loveless womb
    How dare you scare to kill my son!
    Send him to his doom?!!
    In way so horrid he couldnt have a tomb or…

    115 words

  • zandria

    The IVF Baby by zandria

    There once was a girl named Alyssa
    She was made in a petri dish
    Her parents were oh so happy
    They finally had gotten their wish

    It took six long years of trying
    Futile sometimes it did seem
    But with help …

    161 words