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Mother And Child

I remember clearly

the cute little form of our child

born at the bright edge of morning.

How everything was a gift

building on this prolog,

the transfer of blood and love.

 

I remember what it is

to feel your belly

before our child was born,

the transfer of warmth and love.

 

How you talked and sang

soothing melodies 

in the still calm night, your words 

reaching to cradle our child 

in outstretched arms

was music flowing through me, too.

 

All the mysteries

folded into a delicate bundle,

wrapped in satin and

lined with Queen Ann’s lace.

 

The easiness of the first meeting,

our child known, seeing your joy—

tiny hands wrapped around your fingers.

Now the long hair already,

such forward little feet,

how promise and love wake to body.

 

Despite the rift of years, 

the warmth continues to move inward,

still bringing me to my knees.

The heart pushes the flesh,

we all move into the uncertain seed

of the unknown.

But how like cloud is the realm of love.

 

Stephen Cipot

Garden City Park