Birth

Months of expectation
yet birth comes as a shock.
No one tells you the truth
about the raging relentlessness
of that potent force.
They can’t. It won’t write.
Mind’s an obstruction.
Birth’s beyond words
like that which sparks it;
knowable only in the moment.

© Sandra Meredith, April - May 2008

Please see:

Sandra Meredith -'Hay: three recollections - 1' (new)

Sandra Meredith - 'Hay: three recollections - 2' (new)

Sandra Meredith - 'Hay: three recollections - 3' (new)

Sandra Meredith - 'Foreigners in Egypt' (new)

Sandra Meredith - 'Birth', poem in response to 'Untitled 22' in the Hidden Woman Series

Sandra Meredith - 'Elegy - death at a distance', poem in response to 'Disappearance' in the Hidden Woman Series