Made Of Human
I
softly beating rain,
beating music,
beating heart
on that ordinary October day -
sitting with my son, knitting mittens
for the unseen hands.
chopping veg, resting on the counter's edge -
breathing deeply into the darkness when called.
hips circling to the unseen rhythm of bud to bloom dilation
with "a new perspective" on looping rotation.
broken baby waters-arching-crowning rushed;
tinted birthing waters...lamplit room...hushed.
II
this fresh, still flesh linked son
nestled in my arm's nook
his eyes wide, wise, mesmerised,
as I scooped the waters over him.
squat bodied, flappy footed,
the shape of him spilled his secret;
the curve of his eyes revealed
the unseen hidden extra;
three copies, not two
on number twenty-one.
III
and I drank him in,
this unexpected delight.
no primal screams, no broken dreams;
nothing to grieve, nothing to mourn
after forty weeks of growing this unknown,
with no fantasy baby incubating in my head.
instead -
the mother love
the father love
the sister love
the brother love
in the still hushed room,
we embraced our new kin.
Labels: baby, birth, Down Syndrome, family
2 Comments:
thanks @nicfrombristol... this has been percolating for well over a year now, but I didn't quite know how to capture the moment... seemed to write itself as a celebration for World Down Syndrome Day x
Yes, beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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