Saturday, March 20, 2010

and since that Thursday . . .

                                                                                   (other miracles

You, dark-eyed daughter. Months

of ambiguous haunting then

pain then nothing but the impossible

wrinkled birth-cap    Blood

fingers and legs   Angry open mouth

Another living body beside

my body . . .

And like that
I am the mother of a full grown woman.

thank you, my dearest Eldest, for 18 years of miracles


Needle Woven Studio said...

A beautiful poem and tribute to your beautiful grown woman daughter. Happy Birthday to her! ~Shayna

ArtSparker said...

Incantatory verse and ...I don't think I'll ever look at a birthday cake the same way again. Congratualtions to both of you. And that little sprite too.

Emma J said...

He is rather sprite-like, isn't he?

kathy said...

I'm so excited to see how she has grown up. She is a beautiful young woman. She has a wonderful values, spirit and testimony. She is a great example to others and a true blessing. Happy Birthday to both of you!

Mrs. Organic said...

I don't think I can go a week without a post from you. Hope you are up to lovely things.

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