Saturday, April 21, 2012

Birthing Grief

This poem and painting were inspired by making it through our first baby's birth date.

When your body left mine
An impostor entered in and implanted deeply

With each passing week I sickened from its gripping growth
I tired from its developing digits
My heart bought stock in broken and despair 

The spring of D-day arrived
After a long fought winter

I begged it to stay
I pleaded for it to go
It ripped me
It drained me

But after countless hours
I birthed it
For you.


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