Michele Bombardier | Maiden voyage

The power went out during his birth.
One midwife held the flashlight
while the other sewed me up,
infection set in, pain, fever
requiring bedrest and surgery,
still I knew, it was glory,
full glory handed to me, a star
on a platter, the most precious
memory of my life I hold.
 
Weeks later on a Tuesday afternoon,
stroller maiden voyage, first venture
out, blinking like my baby at the faces
around me in the bright bright world,
when I am gored with the realization:
we are everything
we have been;
all of us newborns,
soft, weak, curled,
needing to be held,
fed, wiped clean.
 
Sometimes I forget.
Sometimes I go for years
forgetting, then I remember
and I find it, mercy.
 
 
Michele Bombardier
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4 Responses to Michele Bombardier | Maiden voyage

  1. Jean January 6, 2014 at 7:12 pm #

    A touching poem with beautiful imagery that made me cry!!

  2. Lynn Rowe January 9, 2014 at 7:05 am #

    I’m about to meet twelve preschoolers and I’m sobbing. Perhaps they’ll wipe my face clean. Thanks for reminding me.

  3. Amy Friedman January 9, 2014 at 11:09 am #

    A beautiful poem ~emotional and sweet on so many levels

  4. Ann Strickland February 13, 2014 at 10:32 pm #

    SO beautiful.

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