A poem by Delilah: A Child's Birth

[WriterofWords]

Delilah is radio personality who drivers me berserk at times,, but I got this poem in my newsletter from her and I wanted to share it.

Poem by Delilah
A Child's Birth

You learn a lot about living when a child is born.
You learn that pain can overwhelm and overtake and you wonder how your own mother survived.
You clench your fists and tear the sheets as life, entering life, tears your flesh.
And the moment you hold that tiny miracle, your heart rips open in a way you never knew before.
Your flesh will heal in time. You lie bleeding, not your flesh so much as your soul.
You know that every minute of every hour of every day you will be consumed with love.
And fear is the unwelcome guest that will ride upon love's new wings.

You touch your now-empty belly and mourn the life you once had all to yourself.
You hold this life, naked flesh to naked flesh. Nurse them to your breast,
rejoice that you can still provide what they need to survive...

You close your eyes and clutch their tiny fingers as they form to yours.
And in your heart you know
that one day they will not be yours to hold
and you feel the tearing of your soul go even deeper.....
And again you wonder how your own mother survived.
How her sanity remained when her child was no more.....

You learn a lot about living when a child is born.

A poem by Delilah

 

[77horses]

Beautiful poem.

 

[key west chick]

I love listening to Deliliia, DH cant stand her! Pretty poem though.

 

[WriterofWords]

I like some of her shows but she's just too oooozy for me lol! I loved the poem now, especially with my son getting ready to leave me.

 

[Mandalina]

I dont know who she is but the poem got me a bit teary.

 

[WriterofWords]

http://delilah.com/ She is a radio host,, a feel good over done type,, but can be interesting

 

[deb1]

The poem is beautiful because it is true. I have often thought how ironic our a parents' job is. We put all our energy into into teaching our children to stand on their own two feet without us to guide them. They are supposed to leave us. And yet, we don't stop loving or worrying about them.