The Magnificent Story of Our Births
A poem dedicated to all the mothers in the world
I’m going to tell you a story
about the day you were born
It was a Monday or a Tuesday
or perhaps another day of the week
It was some time after dusk or maybe
the sun had risen in the sky
Day or night — it did not matter,
Because
There was a struggle, a whirlwind
of commotion and a ton of stress
You were in a place of darkness,
a warm chamber of ambience
There was a light at the end
of a tunnel, you moved toward it
A blinding glow that consumed
the vision you were yet to know
You heard the voice of a woman, maybe
your mother, or a midwife, or nurse
It could have been the doctor’s
muffled sounds that you heard first
You gasped and wailed at
the abrupt onslaught of a new day
You kicked and flailed your
tiny arms and little legs about
Grasping and struggling to hold
onto anything, a warm limb
It was not until you met
your mother skin to skin
It’s where you finally found
a comforting and loving touch
A soothing hand and a kiss —
a peck — on your head
This is the story of humanity
and our daily struggles
Let us be grateful for all
the mothers who gave us birth
And all the mothers who will
give birth to the future
Our generations yet to come.
About the Creator
Alexander Bentley
Poet, writer and husband. Outside of Vocal, I have over 500k followers on social media. I've published 5 books and love discovering new poems and stories to read.
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