Between Two Storms
For Smooth
the silkiness of you
a pink petal from my body
more bright and beautiful than any other part of me
your newness
my little drift of warm, untouched snow
blushed by the sunrise
of a brand new life
encircled by the fierce fire in my chest
that burns to preserve you
lighting tenderness on my fingertips
to encase you
and always, always to marvel at the beauty of your smooth skin
my shorn little lamb
raw and vulnerable
yet brimming bright with potential
when I lift you
bring you home
your skin against mine
(at last at last)
I realise every cell of me was aching to do it
and now I'm home, too
we're the softest lego pieces
a perfect, squishy fit
for a moment
I forget to regret
the new folds and rolls I've collected
instead: relief
ah, but at least I am soft enough
for the newness of you
ever in awe of your perfection
never before have I counted to ten
again and again
with so much wonder
even those tiny wrinkles: flawless
a song to my palms
you, so little
yet so big in my world
you are my world
and I am yours
we are a world of satin cushion skin
years will roughen us both
nights will spike long
blurry coffee stained days will grate
life will scar us
but for now
in this perfect droplet of a brand new moment
between two storms
we are nothing but silken love
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I wrote this for the Smooth challenge. I hope you liked it. :-D
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Sam The Doula (Blooming Miracle)
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Comments (21)
You ran through a lifetime, outlining the baby and mom journey beautifully.
I have been there three times...the soft, silky, indescribable feel of holding my newborn baby. Decades later, I know the intervening scars and hard times of life try to destroy the memories of those moments of bliss and unspeakable joy, but the feeling of soft, smooth baby skin in mine can never be taken from this mother's heart and mind!
This is beautiful! Your imagery stirs memories within my melting pot of deliveries. So successful- thanks.
Sam The Doula ! Your hard work is paying off—keep it up, congratulations!
That first joy of meeting your child, beautifully captured. I love this line: we are a world of satin cushion skin.
true love between mother and child....
Whoa!!! That ending was perfect! Congrats!
Congrats on the TS.
beautiful
Congratulations on Top Story!
Oh yay! I am so glad they listened to Mike and myself and made this Top Story. Well done, Sam! Love this piece so much!
Brilliant and beautiful!!! Loved it!!!
Awww!!! Made me think back to holding each of my four for the first time. Magic. And I was in love the phrase 'softest lego pieces'. What a beautiful entry :)
Thank you to everyone for your kind words! Naveed inspired me to do this: https://vocal.media/writers/the-mother-of-all-challenges
Stunning. That is all. Stunning. You perfectly encapsulated such a sacred and beautiful moment in time with a poem that is fuelled by emotion. Loved it.
This was soooo beautifully written. Loved your poem!
A very poetically beautiful poem.
A beautiful and moving tribute to the power of love and the miracle of new life.
This is beautiful, Sam. Nicely done..
Beautiful words and a great challenge entry
Gorgeously beautiful entry