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.
2 responses to “ABIGAIL, BEING BORN, a poem”
A beautiful poem. I understand the poem. Holding your child for the first time create permanent bond. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
I Know you and what an amazing time it is when giving birth, beautiful poem……