poetry

this is one I wrote several years ago; it is my one and only prose poem and I love it. it's called BABY.

Baby

There was a baby who went into labor; her breaths
came hot and sharp. Her mother stood by to coach her
and replace the pacifier whenever it fell out. The
baby's belly wriggled and moved. Her mother stood by
to breast feed her whenever she was hungry. The baby
cried and moaned in pain. Her mother stood by and
said, "I can see the head!" The baby pushed with all
her might and labored well into the night. Her
mother stood by to help deliver and as the baby bled
a river, out came the adult she would become. The
baby passed out from the agony. Her mother put her
back into her crib to let her nap it off and then
cleaned up the mess. The adult showered, dressed, and left for work.

I'll share more of my poetry as I find it in various folders on my laptop. Hope you enjoyed this one!