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07 November 2013 @ 09:33 am
Poetry  
I made a poemy thing. I think the last time I had a poem about my life just happen in my head was 1999, but recently another one fluttered by and I caught it.

Separation Anxiety

If I could spend
every minute of every hour of every day
from the rising of the sun to its setting
and the long watches of the sleepless night
kissing every inch of your fresh soft skin
breathing in your milk-sweet breath
catching that smell that is both me and you
listening to every small sound
watching the movements of your face as you unfold
holding your small curled body against mine
mouth to breast
skin to skin --
it would not be enough.
For we were one, and now we are two
the dual case still, we two together, but
ripped apart in long pain
my fingers clenched white on the midwife's arm
until the release of your body passing through mine
and the quiet snip of disposable sterile scissors.

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I'll Be Your Huckleberry: That's me babytaste_is_sweet on November 8th, 2013 04:44 am (UTC)
Hello! You said you liked meeting other mifus, so I thought I'd wander over to your LJ. :) I wanted to let you know that as a mother, this poem made me all teary-eyed. It's lovely.
philomytha: Beam me upphilomytha on November 8th, 2013 03:42 pm (UTC)
Hi! I'm glad you liked the poem :-). My baby is just starting to turn into a toddler and I'm missing the snuggly-newborn stage a bit.
I'll Be Your Huckleberry: Joytaste_is_sweet on November 14th, 2013 04:30 am (UTC)
I know what you mean! I don't remember the exact moment, but I do remember when it really hit me that this tiny person wanted stuff that had nothing to do with me. It was freaky, realizing that yep, this was a completely separate being.

Now he's eight, and I miss the toddler and kid he was, but it's wonderful to see him grow. I wish you as much joy with your own little one.
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