Everything Changed

One year on from writing this poem, about the birth of my first grandchild
Into the water
warm as blood
she stepped,
she lay,
she crouched
on hands and knees.
Belly full and tight
stretched around 
the life within.
This precious life
created from love.
A piece of her
soon to be
apart from her.
Deep breaths,
muffled groans,
bearing down,
a cloud of gore
and
Everything changed
at her nativity.
The cord that bound,
sinewy and blue,
throbbed with life.
Emerging,
lungs inflating,
oxygen circulating.
She breathed out a cry
of separation,
of liberation.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 14 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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