The Waiting
these are the days of waiting
of prayerful thoughts
of urgent pushing
when life and death
are equidistant
when repose, just isn't
these are the longest nights
when light can't push through
when it sits hard on my chest
you smile
tell me it will be alright
that the life and death of things
moves easily past you
to another room
another mother
because you are of me
and he is of you
and birth will pull you into the stream
let you fly over the falls
as the weight of water
of bone
blooms in the darkness.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2018
Here is Max: Now 5 months old:
We have been busy!
Posted for Poets United
of prayerful thoughts
of urgent pushing
when life and death
are equidistant
when repose, just isn't
these are the longest nights
when light can't push through
when it sits hard on my chest
you smile
tell me it will be alright
that the life and death of things
moves easily past you
to another room
another mother
because you are of me
and he is of you
and birth will pull you into the stream
let you fly over the falls
as the weight of water
of bone
blooms in the darkness.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2018
Here is Max: Now 5 months old:
We have been busy!
Posted for Poets United
