Birth, in a Quiet Room
This is a poem simply, about giving birth, and the moments there after. It is a sacred place. Quiet. Singular, and eternal. It is small and huge. it is above and below. It is a moment I certainly will never forget x5. I post this for every mother. For how alike we all are in this moment.
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! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Up & Coming Writers and WMG“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and
holding.
“Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done.
It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.
It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space.
It was the only feeling that existed.
They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
This was her child –
her son.
And she was his mother.
(there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life;
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.”
She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at
your feet – they’re huge!”
And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of
her mascara – she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you
forever…”
The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
© Kristin Reynolds 5 09
Shoaib .
brilliant. There are so many lines in here that are truly fantastic… “they will have many more moments in this
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life;
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.”
this is some great writing right here
Kristin Reynolds replied
you are really making me blush today, man, thank you so much! :) Kristin
Daidalos
Beautiful!
Kristin Reynolds replied
thank you so much!!! Kristin
oneperfectkiss
oh….beautiful….i said i wouldn’t cry tonight but i lied. X
Kristin Reynolds replied
thank you once again, you are very kind. :) Kristin
Mark Ramstead
Having never had children I appreciate your sharing this.
Kristin Reynolds replied
thank you so much for that, Mark; you are a sweet man. xo