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A preludium of a morning. The sudden sound of the calling bell. A woman's waterline breaks through the walls. The rowing of the midwife commences. Charting transitions by its miniscule degrees, integers. Looking in on the mouth of the womb as holy land. Negotiating with the flustered ****** coaxing her widening. The gated reverb of labor is a miraculous performance unique to each woman. Earth shudders, believing the restless hour to be an act of God, come hither in the shadow of expectation. A pantomime then between midwife and mother. Stage directions float above the frightened audience. Each hour is a little war. But love of this nature is an underwater dancer, it asks you to trust the danger. The ripples. The siege. The arrival. A time of quiet. "Beginnings are such delicate times."
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
Playing the Midwife
Forever ended today. Time no longer stood still as Grandfather's clock fell forward leaving behind shards of yesterdays and tomorrows. Grandmother's sink is full of unwashed pots and newborn sorrow.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
A Death in the Family
And now it seems like all of my hands are focused on someone new From the clock to my palm These hands are for you
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Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
New Hands
With a hand motions to be quiet Finger across lips to hush That moment breath comes God's breath in a whisper To a baby One breath to come
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Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 6:35 PM UTC
Life
Christmas as usual, buttered with senescent conversations this year fizzed with a citrus dialogue of scrunched ears, hot water bottle hugs and altogether too much hair on the smallest head
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Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 7:10 AM UTC
Navidad
Eyes open into newness And find a smile Dimpled giddy With the happiness That took only one look to awaken And one little life to nurture. Nine months worth of waiting Melt into a promise of forever. My love for you is an endless Beautiful thing. Bigger than the both of us Loud and bellowing. But I whisper it because I want to let you sleep.
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 4:41 AM UTC
Teeny Boppa
❤🌻 I will learn how to be alone.. I will explore like a new born.. A new life will start every dawn.. I will forget everything the wind has blown.. I won't worry about the unknown.. Everyday will be a milestone.. My determination will show how I've grown.. ❤🌻 Nermine
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
New born
******* my thumb like a nervous toddler I fooled her into believing Retained the innocence of a child And like a baby cried into the void around me without reason She licked wounds I pretended to have like a lioness cleans the fur of her cubs Slurping my regrets like spaghetti noodles I hid truth and to reciprocate she exposes my vulnerability as an infant Despite deception she still longed to fix whatever made me lie in the first place And that made me realize Wasn't acting like a babe anymore That night was a newborn again
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Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Newborn
I have cried, The tears of a thousand widows Stripped my soul bare Sold some organs Rearranged some bones But still..... You went to heaven without me
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Without me
Sonnet: Second Sight (II) by Michael R. Burch (Newborns see best at a distance of 8 to 14 inches.) Wiser than we know, the newborn screams, red-faced from breath, and wonders what life means this close to death, amid the arctic glare of warmthless lights above. Beware! Beware!— encrypted signals, codes? Or ciphers, noughts? Interpretless, almost, as his own thoughts— the brilliant lights, the brilliant lights exist. Intruding faces ogle, gape, insist— this madness, this soft-hissing breath, makes sense. Why can he not float on, in dark suspense, and dream of life? Why did they rip him out? He frowns at them—small gnomish frowns, all doubt— and with an ancient mien, O sorrowful!, re-closes eyes that saw in darkness null ecstatic sights, exceeding beautiful. Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea. Keywords/Tags: sonnet, newborn, baby, birth, labor, slap, breath, screams, life, sight, vision, mrbson
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
Second Sight (II)
In 2009, The american disaster film "2012" was released. Preparing for "The End of The World" was easy. A piece of cardboard at a Red Light. "2012 The End Is Nigh, What's a dollar?" We might as well have smiled, given a friendly wave, honked our horns like we were passing the Freeport Flag Ladies. In 2012, I was in high school with my first job. I didn't care that In the twinkling of an eye, we were gonna hear God's last trumpet. On Rapture-Eve, I set out "Milk N' Cookies" for the "Left-behind" I left next mornings outfit on the side of the road as if Angels abducted me butt-ass naked mid-stride Turns out, the red light never turned green. The "left-behind" kept breeding and Hell on earth just kept recruiting Now it's 2020, The Freeport Flag Ladies are in Quarantine, the signs have needles in our eyelids like mechanical spiders, You can't even turn the news off now, I pick it up at CVS Like a Controlled substance prescription. They make you call in once a month to get it refilled. Some how my amazing wife Amy and I Not only survived the rapture, we brought a brand new life into it. For 10 days we were locked in a hospital We never looked at the news. The world melted away as we danced together Waiting to meet our little miracle. After Amy was whisked away for intensive surgery and survived the most unspeakably amazing thing in the world a nurse eventually grabbed me and asked if I wanted to meet my daughter, I was guided to a baby table with knobs, meters, heat lamps, and on a tiny cushion in a tiny plastic crib, My daughter. Sophia Naomi Mae Coulombe. wide eyed staring into my pupils wiggling perfect Now we are home. No nurses, no IV. Somehow it feels like the end of the world and all it's chaos was the best thing that has ever happened to us. Everything happened exactly when it needed too. We couldn't have had better timing if God planned it.
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Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
2012 Vs. 2020
In 2009, The american disaster film "2012" was released. Preparing for "The End of The World" was easy. A piece of cardboard at a Red Light. "2012 The End Is Nigh, What's a dollar?" We might as well have smiled, given a friendly wave, honked our horns like we were passing the Freeport Flag Ladies. In 2012, I was in high school with my first job. I didn't care that In the twinkling of an eye, we were gonna hear God's last trumpet. On Rapture-Eve, I set out "Milk N' Cookies" for the "Left-behind" I left next mornings outfit on the side of the road as if Angels abducted me butt-ass naked mid-stride Turns out, the red light never turned green. The "left-behind" kept breeding and Hell on earth just kept recruiting Now it's 2020, The Freeport Flag Ladies are in Quarantine, the signs have needles in our eyelids like mechanical spiders, You can't even turn the news off now, I pick it up at CVS Like a Controlled substance prescription. They make you call in once a month to get it refilled. Some how my amazing wife Amy and I Not only survived the rapture, we brought a brand new life into it. For 10 days we were locked in a hospital We never looked at the news. The world melted away as we danced together Waiting to meet our little miracle. After Amy was whisked away for intensive surgery and survived the most unspeakably amazing thing in the world a nurse eventually grabbed me and asked if I wanted to meet my daughter, I was guided to a baby table with knobs, meters, heat lamps, and on a tiny cushion in a tiny plastic crib, My daughter. Sophia Naomi Mae Coulombe. wide eyed staring into my pupils wiggling perfect Now we are home. No nurses, no IV. Somehow it feels like the end of the world and all it's chaos was the best thing that has ever happened to us. Everything happened exactly when it needed too. We couldn't have had better timing if God planned it.
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Is a Child A mirror of himself his father,  and his father's fathers. All culminating within the palms Of his own two hands His newborn babe. He wonders in awe, "How can I best teach, support, and love you?" With ears of compassion Eyes of love, and a heart of gratitude His Spirit spoke, "Allow your light to shine." Allow your heart to breathe. Allow your your ego to slip away into the shadow Of your Ancient Wise Soul. He felt it! As he breathed deeply Down to the depths of his soles. A heartfelt love A love that was only imagined Until this very moment
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
In the Palm of His Hand
Legs, straining Pain, excruciating Sadness, looming Loneliness, accumulating My future further An alert to my health They said, it is time to go Mom beckoned me home I will never Hear the waves Feel the ship rocking Donning the uniform Saluting with pride For I did not make it Years I yearned the post Now it is just my forgotten dust Farewell my dream Determined soul Fighting against defeats For I am a newborn Learning to love For love is my strength Oh lord please tell me Tell me it is all worthwhile
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
Farewell my dream
You say you're too tired To even smile, These days you fantasize About naps, Not me. Baby has our life in limbo. I try to help, But it's always the wrong thing, The wrong way. Hey dear, I'm new at this. Remember? I miss your touch, I'm desperate for anything From you: The time and attention You used to give To my heart, To my thoughts, To my ***** I'm withering on this vine. But I understand, my love, There's so much more to this Than me. You look equally lost In your role as a new mother, And you complain far less. I love our child, Just as importantly, I love you. I may not know how to do Everything just right, But you can count on me. We'll find a way together, And one day we might even Find time to sleep. And sleep together we shall, Just as it once was, Albeit much more quietly. For now a kiss And game plan will do. Then let's get to work!
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
Living on a Fault Line
make mouths pull on the muscles under the face express self at the world we present to you (straining it all in through your finking eyes) make return actions and make us understand that you are pleased and that we are not just madly flailing at this ‘parent’ business.
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
flailing (demand for infant response)
You were planned from the start You, my little one Treasured deep in our hearts A precious gift from heaven above You, my little one Have our undying love Feeling you move brings us great joy You, my little one Our precious baby boy I pray every day God keeps you safe You, my little one I pray you find his grace Be calm, my darling, it's time to rest You, my little one In my womb, your own tiny nest My arms long to hold you, to feel you wiggle You, my little one To tickle your toes, to hear you giggle I long to gaze into your newborn eyes You, my little one I would give my life ALesiach © 07/25/218
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
You, My Little One