Four Steps of Birth
All's Well That Ends Well
Ungentle, heaving
riptides push young wet crown on
final slip to light.
Skin aflame with cold,
icy burning through young lungs
crying out in pain.
Swiftly grounded in
cotton-soft terrain, young limbs
buried warmly home,
Safe in parent’s scent.
Whisper stirs young curls asleep.
Unformed thoughts take flight.
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Norreida Reyes
I've served as a public policy analyst, journalist & advocate for women & children. People have more power than they know. I see the world for what it is & still own joy & humor. Above all, I'm simply a writer, fortunate to do work I love.
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The beauty of birth in haikus. Nicely done.
Beautiful and poignant!