Painting by Paul Gauguin
Birth Giver
From a proper distance
I envied your forbidden arms,
right hand open, not in striking,
but in tenderness,
ubiquitous child
snuggled to your cheek.
The silent night
my mother pulled her plug
without remorse,
your surprise arrival,
Hunter-Gatherer,
was ferocious with pity,
a maternal force unfamiliar
to this protestant daughter.
Carefully instructed to point
a condemning finger,
yet recognized,
Queen of Heaven,
without a doubt,
the swaddling clothes
of my newly orphaned spirit.
Tess Kincaid September 2010
Posted over on her site Life at Willow Manor
1 comment:
Thanks, Glenn. It's always an honor, my friend. xx
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