I met an angel briefly at the chasm that connected our worlds,
Our spirits merging, embracing in greeting,
And then he stepped forward into the land of the living,
While I, ever the adventurer,
Dared, for a brief moment, to step over the flowing river
That skirted the land from which very few return
And of which no one has any memory.
Even as hands worked frantically
To stem the energy seeping from my body,
I roamed curiously,
Soul detaching slowly from the shell that held me,
Drawn to the pulsing sound that echoed in my heart and my veins.
In that moment,
I could no longer feel pain,
And I could no longer hear, "Clear!"
I could no longer feel a zap,
There was no one saying, stat,
Or whispering stay with me.
And for a brief moment, I saw it,
The most beautiful thing.
And I couldn't help yearning,
Stepping forward, hands outstretched, fingers reaching,
Almost there, disintegrating,
Melting, blending,
Becoming one with the source of light that was constantly flowing.
But just as we touched,
The connection was cut and I was left aching.
It was so close...
And yet it drew away from me.
And in that land where there were no tears, I couldn't cry but I felt a deep sense of agony
Knowing that I was intruding,
In a sense stealing,
Tapping into something that wasn't yet ready for me,
While an angel whose wings had been clipped lay waiting expectantly,
Staring up at the world innocently,
Needing his Mommy.
"Good job, nurse. She's back."
I smiled tiredly,
Needing to rejuvenate and conserve energy.
I have a soul to nurture.
He is the future.
Hello everyone, and happy Mother's Day to all mothers and mothers to be.
Today, I am sharing a poem about giving birth. I believe that this is one of the most precious experiences that a mother can remember though it is also one that can be life threatening.
In this poem, the mother slips into a brief coma after her child is born.
I hope you enjoy it and that you have an awesome day.
Cheers!
