Wanted to write about giving birth and all the overwhelming emotions when you look down at your children for the first time.
Wed, 03/09/2008 - 14:02 — Yvonne
The beginning
I gaze in awe
budlike finger and toes
unconscious potential
newer than creation
unblinking gaze
crystal clear pools
sharp as the first cut
mysterious as the new moon
under chanting priestesses
brought in a high tide
over whelmed defences
first cry
revealing a jungle terrain
with stalking tigers
eye bright with knowledge
kamikaze devotion
claws honed
ears tuned to the present
stopped haunting
the future
when I met my past
Yvonne Mc Call
Comments
birth poem
liked the last few lines particularly. Birth poems r always challenging, cos there are a lot of them about. I sometimes wonder why it is we as poets cannot do not write about our relationships with our children as they are growing up. We write for them (childrens poetry) but not about them much? - pete
Yvonne Mc Calla take your
Yvonne Mc Calla
take your point pete on reflection it's true
actually...I do have a poem on teenagers which i'm still working on.