Almost feet first
I left the warmest place
When waters broke
And husband spoke
Push
I could hear them
Even then
Inside
And what I now know were only muscles
At the time felt rejection
Where am I headed
And why?

A contract with life
Did I ask to be born?

Reluctant to leave
The warmest place
Of the womb
To squeeze and fall
Into the arms of a room
Alien
welcomed
The midwifes smile
with eyes upon open
this instant brings
A window and wall
I quickly glanced
The faces ringed
around
The spaces of the heavens
Were blue
The green of the curtains
And canopy blue
The midwife dress,
I tried to tug her hues,
Her aura was mixed,
A confetti of clues

She was beautiful.

But so weak the miniature hands
I can only observe
The cutting celebration
father hugs a ghost with joy
Then closed my eyes once more
a brave new world
Felt unsure
For a fragile form like me
So sleep
let cotton creep
White beneath
Pool fluid swimming, I dream
Of the womb
Whilst wards
Fresh linen
Cotton soft
Cradles
the bastion of mothers pride enables
The new born to grow




for all the midwifes