MY MEMORY OF BECOMING A MOTHER
FIRST BIRTH
On a beautiful
morning early in May
something unforgettable
happened that day.
Never again
would life be the same
for that was
the day I learned about pain.
The birth of
a baby, a miracle to see
turned into
a nightmare far beyond me.
My first tiny
baby how I ached for her touch
but I wasn't
allowed, it was almost too much.
I remember her
cry as she entered the world
and heard them
say, it's a baby girl,
But a deafening
silence filled the room
as new little
soul emerged from the womb.
Something was
wrong, I knew right away
no cause for
celebration on this birth day,
She was a strong
little baby, but it was God's will
for her to live
on this earth with legs so still.
Over and over
my mind questioned "Why"
while terrified
thinking that maybe she'd die.
Quickly she
was gone, taken away
moved to a place
where her life would be saved.
When I saw her
again my fears disappeared
thinking she'd
need my strength to get through the years.
Looking back
now I know I was wrong
for she was
the one who taught me to be strong.
an original
writing by
jackiepa@aol.com
