They handed me the bundle,
I took it gingerly
Oblivious to the throbbing
of pain-crushed fingers
"It's a boy" the nurse said,
"... I think you'll find it's not"
I deigned to challenge
Her gynaecological expertise
Umbilical confusion sorted,
I gazed in awestruck wonder
and unparalleled joy
at the pink, splotched
wriggling beauty,
cossetted in my protective arms,
crowned with night-black hair
that was my daughter
I know that there were many
important, sad and tragic events
In 1980. The world lost
John Lennon, Steve McQueen
Hitchcock, Durante, Sartre,
Mae West, Jesse Owens....
I just remember that I
gained the world. And was reborn.
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Absoultly adore the final stanza.
wonderful write
thank you for taking the time to enter,
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Gorgeous poem. Your final line says it all.
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I think that's how I felt when my son was born. It was as if my life started over, like I had a fresh start. I have to say that his birth was the greatest day of my life, and I will never forget the first moment that I held him. Great write, the last stanza gave it a nice powerful ending.
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five stars
wow
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Wonderful, great tribuite to the birth of your daughter, I was born in the 80's as well and was my mothers heart and joy. This is just great. well done.
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wonderful write. i love how you speak of your rebirth in life. so much meaning in this piece. good luck in the contest.
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Beautiful write- there can be nothing more precious than the birth of your child.
Thank you for entering the contest and the best of luck to you.
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I love this. Such a warm and loving sentiment at Easter time. This is the type of poem we should all be reading and writing on a day like today.
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It was a little hard to understand, but it was realy sweet. good job!
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Hmmm, 1980 I was sailing the Pacific on a naval amphibious ship. I was corrupting myself at the speed of light and was well on my way to an other-than-honorable discharge. Somehow got it all straightened out and became a respectable citizen. That was my rebirth.
Is Steve McQueen really dead?
Edited on Apr 15, 9:26 p.m. because ''. -
Very good!
What a beautiful write! The backround goes so well with it. I especially loved the very last sentence. Great write! Thanks for sharing! Keep penning!
Safely hidden in the darkness,
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Such a loving tribute to your child, and as many before point out, it's a beautiful moment in time, the birth of a child. So many are unable to experience this sadly. For those that are blessed with it though, this really means the world, and you are right..at that moment nothing else matters for here is your world forever!! Beautiful poem.
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really a lovly write . you let the emotions flow in a very effective way.tis id full of positive energy. strong opening , okey middle and a very impressive ending. a pleasure to read.
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Like it when older poems are recycled and can be reused in contests. This was a great poem, emotions well expressed in these lines. The birth of any child is a miracle and that first look is so memorable.
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Your poem is lovely. It is so full of good positive energy and reassurance. You express commitment to your friends in a wonderful, lyrical verse. I wish you the best of success in the contest.
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Yes, there is nothing so amazing as the birth of a child. I still remember when mine were born, as well as my friend's and families. I have been lucky to be at the bed side of a lot of women giving birth, not by profession, but just cause.
This is a wonderful sweet poem and I wish you well in the contest.
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Wow.
I know i am looking like a bit of a sap when it comes to commenting on these poems, but that's because they just keep getting better. This is so moving, so beautiful.
I love the last stanze, how basically your daughter is the defining feature of that year, and a huge part of your life in general. Thank you so much for entering this
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Lovely
A beautiful poem PJ and it reminds me of the birth of my son.Lovely write as always
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Aww, what a touching peice. I love the ending best, the final stanzas. lol Did they really think she was a boy?
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Molly,
Thanx for the really nice comments. Fatherhood was (and still is!) an emotional rollercoaster, but I wouldn't change a minute.
I was feeling in a bit of a slump, but, bucked by your cheery message, I carry on with feckless abandon.....
PJ -
This was an emotional piece just reading it, I can only imagine what it must have been like in reality! There are so many feelings related in this poem: awe, confusion, a little fear, but from first line to last it radiates love. I liked the humour of the first stanza too. The second stanza is lovely, the image of your tiny daughter as a queen in your life is extremely powerful. And the last stanza goes to show that life goes on, but in a much more personal manner than is usually described. A wonderful, intense piece.
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Thanks! I'd hoped the 'pain-crushed fingers' might have clarified that it was a post-natal father speaking!
PJ -
Brilliant
Awww such a lovely poem of a mother's/father's love and that moment where she sees her son/daughter for the first time. Such a heartwarming piece, well done!
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This is a lovely poem
and captures a father's true and unconditional love ~ oh how big they grow and so fast ?~ they are all grown up in a blink of an eye but you have captured the awe and the love so incredibly well. My own daughter was born in 1985 ~ the year of Band Aid and I still have the photo of her swaddled on a hospital bed with the ear phones on her tiny head on my dressng table. These are the moments that make life worth living...
elaine
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uuups... Thanks Mary!
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Check your first line-
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As always, a strong, complete, illuminated write.
Thank you for entering the contest.
mary
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