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The Magnificent Story of Our Births

A poem dedicated to all the mothers in the world

By Alexander BentleyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
The Magnificent Story of Our Births
Photo by Hollie Santos on Unsplash

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,


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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