Fire born in water

Sweet starling

on the day you were born you brought me so much joy

—such a cherubic little boy!

what a glory, and the night was barely worn, not-yet-mid

We’d an hour to spare in our watery nid

as the pause passed timelessly

The strange things of the afterbirth

all seeming holy in the glowing waning eve

There the midwife rolling up her sleeves

Did she catch you, or did I? Or was it Papa,

with betwinkled eye?

The memory fades now and hardly matters

I remember you floated up

through that cool pool, and all the effort

which’d seemed hard and cruel

was suddenly gone.

Beauty that you cried so loud and so robustly

—the second midwife arrived a moment late and shouted gladly:

It sounds as though that babe’s been born!

With such joy those words she’d said

they’d flooded the neurons in my head

as I clasped you tenderly to me.

I could not believe it you were finally here

You’d arrived into the world with a nuchal hand

that tiny dimpled starfish against your temple

no wonder the crowning had been so painful,

the midwives said.

My gods but what glory you were!

and still are, a shining star

now look how far

we’ve come

and you’re becoming a young man

I can hardly believe it —

but yes I can!

Look how you stack the firewood

wash dishes and cook

and help so much, do so much good

I’m as proud as any mother could be,

when I think of all you mean to me.

I’m so grateful to you.

The memory of your chipmunk cheeks still

fill me with glee. Though they’ve grown so sleek!

Don’t mind me, if I pinch them once or twice

this week. I’m not sure if I’m just

dreaming! The time has folded in

tapestries gleaming;

you’re now such a tall lad seeming,

great at math (and mischievous beaming).

Happy birthday, son; and please remember

if it wasn’t for you,

I’d never cherish so much

this angelically tough

month of December.

The wonder of your becoming is

for me its

glowiest ember.

 

 

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Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Auvergne, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎

25 thoughts on “Fire born in water

    1. Ah thank you Joseph 🙏🙏🙏 💕 yes it’s crazy how long it seems in the challenging parts of the parenting process and then suddenly almost-too soon-changing and seeming-flying towards independence and illusions (?) of freedom and the new responsibilities that will bring for the fledglings 🦅🕊🦅🕊🦅🕊🦅🕊
      All we can hope I guess is to attempt to instil in them the most unconditional sense of love possible, and enough knowledge and know-how that they may have the best chance at continuing with awareness, bravery and kindness into the wide world. (I.e. …a tall order ;)). 🌱🌷🌿🌲

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        1. To hear that means a huge lot to me in this moment. Thank you so much. You wrote some amazing words, in your comment replies on that gorgeous poem of yours, “Love is a beautiful thing,” by the way. I feel much the same. But you expressed it so perfectly. ❤️

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