Mom looks at me sometimes as if she feels
labor and its complexities once more.
Does she? I was her
second, so she knew
what to expect, just not who would come.
Back then, gender remained a mystery
until cards arrived saying “It’s a girl!”
Once, hypnotized into regression, I
heard from the womb “I hope that it’s a girl.”
Even my older brother felt delight
as photos show in fading black and white.
When I was seven, she did it again:
expanded and disappeared and returned.
So tired, so tired, grinning with bundled
baby in her and dad’s protective arms.
When she sees me, do I appear
bundle of love or labor over years?
For my prompt:
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Childbirth
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast
We are all just that aren't we, little bundles gifts to humanity, everyday miracles
ReplyDeleteHugs, thanks for a really nice prompt today
Much love...
I think, your mom does, Susan, see you, as a bundle of love and hope.
ReplyDeleteYes, you do and you are. Very sweet!
ReplyDeleteTrust me, bundle of love all the way! I love that she "expanded and disappeared and returned." What a great description! I remember expanding so hugely I got stuck in one of those accordian pleated doorways at the doctor's and cracked he and the nurse right up. LOL.
ReplyDeleteOh I love this and love that last question. I think the answer is a little of both with most children. Love and struggle go together.
ReplyDelete"Expanded, disappeared, and returned". A story in three words! Well written.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great reflection
ReplyDeleteI think most mothers do have that feeling of an unbroken bond with their children for each is surely some much a part of them.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful mix of image and thoughts.. also the sense of being held by a mother
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, you do, Susan!Every child is precious...and is treated equally! Lovely poem...the melody of emotions add more to it!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. And personally, I believe Mothers always see us from both perspectives. I know I do with my children,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
It's so touching...and I can relate with that teeny weeny doubt lying so thick on my heart, that sometimes I feel suffocated. Although I don't doubt my mother's love...
ReplyDeleteChildren are a bundle of love and labour.
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