Cut this beautiful creation
out from within me
Take those early nurturing moments
from my desire
and force me to give it
in a new and unfamiliar way
Give me no choice
it has to be this way
Much better for the baby
to feel settled
And it is...
I feel it,
I see it now,
and I have to accept it
But the adaptation is
and will be draining -
both physically and emotionally painful
Modern medicine
will mask the healing
Avoid eye contact
no one will know your fear
Quiet your voice
they will mistake your silence
for reverent contemplation
Hold the precious infant
so close to your breast
let him hear your heartbeat
Feed him when he is hungry
but let him sleep
when he needs rest
Warm him with touch
but don't smother him
Remember how fragile he is
cradle him gently
Sing to him
he knows your tone
Write about him
he is your muse, your prose
Love him. Just love him.
Console him when
he cries absent tears
Reassure him
you will be beside him
Protect him
from all harm and fears
Just don't ask anything of him
And remember
he is dependent upon you
for simple survival...
until he realizes
he is no longer a baby
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