Arriving ~ a tanka prose poem
Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 10:46 am
I was warm close and secure in that special place of nurture,my
skin was soft and tender as i caressed my face for comfort.
Safe in the darkness i was content, but one day i could not move.
My world was tightening around me and i was squeezed
against my will, being propelled head first was very frightening.
Soon bright lights hurt me as i fell into waiting hands.
Holding me upside down the hands smacked my tiny frame
and i cried out in fear.
My cry brought the first breath into my body and i could
hear and sense my mother,It was she who now caressed
my face soothing away my fears and weeping tears of joy
Dawn breaks
beyond the water
eyes blink
with first breath
a cry
© Stella Armour 2015