Abigail, Being Born, a poem

illustration on abigail being born

Abigail, Being Born

When I first saw you, I did not know
whether you were male or female,
I did not know whether you were plain or beautiful,
I did not know whether you were smart or dumb,
kind or cruel. I saw your eyes, blinking slowly at me,
dark with secrets. You were a mystery to solve,
a puzzle to assemble, a story to hear,
a symphony to explode over me like salt waves,
healing and exhausting. I knew only that I loved you,
wanted to love you, would dedicate the rest of my life
to loving you. The moment after your birth,
I did not know you at all, but I was ready to learn.

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4 responses to “Abigail, Being Born, a poem

  1. This is lovely. I’m going to share it with my daughter, who has a new baby,

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  2. Linda Holmes

    you put into words what a woman feels but cannot express, its beautiful and loving!!!!!

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  3. Resonances of Plath? The “puzzle” was a wonderful metaphor to mirror the whole imperative process of communing with and recognising the construction of personality. What I like about your work is that there always is a marriage between literary substance and deep feeling. They coalesce beautifully. Well worth reading.

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  4. Rhys

    Nice post. I was checking continuously this weblog and I am inspired!

    Very affecting poem, especially the ultimate phrase 🙂 I read a lot of poetry.
    I will remember this.

    Thanks and best of luck.

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