day comes when your waist disappears,
your glow grows from a tiny zygote to
full-fledged fetus and then, all at once,
you can no longer bend or lay flat in bed,
you go on as you started, exchanging
secret messages with the promised child ~
and now, the miraculous moment, you move
from one into two, the nine-month stretch
along the pathway of life and hope, birthing
a new generation: your handsome boy,
lion maned, his fingers grasping your heart,
launched, from dark into light, washed with
the fiercest love and swaddled in faith
“There should be a song for women to sing at this
moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.” Anita Diamant, The Red Tent
© 2017, poem and photographs, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
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A most beautiful poem, Jamie; touched my heart with remembrance!
Loved the image, too.
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Thank you, Carolyn!
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Apt words, well put together. Lovely poem
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Well written… Birth is most beautiful. Life is very valuable, so live it and spread happiness…
Are you curious to know what Fame can bring into our lives? Read my poem “Fame” at
https://akashsingh2017.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/fame/
Hope you will like it 🙂 Forget not to leave behind a comment as it’s very precious to me. 🙂
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