10 May 2017

What I Forget to Ask




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


14 comments:

  1. We are all just that aren't we, little bundles gifts to humanity, everyday miracles

    Hugs, thanks for a really nice prompt today

    Much love...

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  2. I think, your mom does, Susan, see you, as a bundle of love and hope.

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  3. Yes, you do and you are. Very sweet!

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  4. Trust 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.

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  5. Oh 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.

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  6. "Expanded, disappeared, and returned". A story in three words! Well written.

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  7. This is a great reflection

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  8. I think most mothers do have that feeling of an unbroken bond with their children for each is surely some much a part of them.

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  9. What a beautiful mix of image and thoughts.. also the sense of being held by a mother

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  10. Oh yes, you do, Susan!Every child is precious...and is treated equally! Lovely poem...the melody of emotions add more to it!

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  11. Beautifully written. And personally, I believe Mothers always see us from both perspectives. I know I do with my children,


    Elizabeth

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  12. 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...

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  13. Children are a bundle of love and labour.

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