Monday, May 17, 2010

Poems of love, birth, infertility and breastfeeding


When will this barren womb flourish with life
When will this body give birth to a child to end my strife
I love for, I desire to bring forth love with pangs of birth pains


Mirror, Mirror, what do I see?
An aged, frumpy mother of three?
But if I look closer, what do I see?
A strong woman and a well used body maybe

Do I see stretch marks, hips, worn breasts and tired eyes?
Or do I see...

A body, a belly that carried a baby day in and day out

Breasts that once teased that
switched over to nourishing with ease

Rounded hips, boasting, having given birth to a human being seemlessly
Hips that now carry around a child effortlessly

A face aged with maturity
enhanced by being motherly
yet still able to be womanly


Look at my breasts, what do they tell you?
Do they recount the journey they've been on over the years?
Look at the stretch marks and the skin that was once firm
it has relaxed itself, after nursing a child to term

Look at my hips, do you know what I see?
Hips rounded, enticing and womanly
Four kids they have borne
Four kids they have carried
These hips are not the ones with which I got married
I traded them in, I gave them away
for the tenacious strong hips I have today

Look at my belly, tell me what you see
Lumps, and handles, some cottage cheese maybe?
Look at my scar, do you know what it means?
It was the day I was meant to give birth to my oldest of three.
Take another look, and guess how many
I did not succumb! the next two came out naturally!

Milk from the Heart

One sunny day, I went to the park
There was a mom sitting down with a heart
How odd but how pretty, such was the heart
So much so, towards her I went with my cart.

I sat down beside her and she smiled as she said
"Dear little boy, do you know how babies are fed?"
Puzzled and curious, I shook my head
Pointing to the heart "With that babies are fed?"

She smiled once again and onto her lap, was the cutest little baby who was taking a nap.
"Where is the heart!?, where did it go?!" I said
With that the baby awoke pretty upset

The mother turned to me again
"Do you know how babies are fed my little friend?"
A button came loose, a mouth opened wide, the baby was nursing and contentedly sighed.

"The heart! The heart! I Exclaimed,
"Look at it there!"
The mom nodded sweetly as she stroked her baby's hair

Dear little boy, now do you see?
This is how you feed a baby!
The heart on my lap, the one that you saw
Was milk from my breasts and love without flaw

To all the nursing mothers with love

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