I waited too long to post for Poetic Bloomings http://poeticbloomings.blogspot.com/ prompt #15, “New Beginnings.” Somehow, I missed it, but events made it a prompt I had to explore. I had to write this.
July 16th, my latest grandson, Jamieson (Jamie), was born. Beautiful beyond belief, he was the answer to many prayers. This one is for you: Michelle, Dave and Jamie; long life and happiness.
by Mike Patrick
First pulled, then dried and suctioned,
attachments to the past removed,
a plaintive cry to test the lungs:
now, ready to be viewed.
He lay there, soft and pink
with that surprising shock of hair,
Peering out from squinted eyes,
but mostly unaware.
He had to feel the changes,
from the only world he’d known,
into this strange new place
from the flesh that had been home.
Although this different day began
with glaring sights and sounds,
it’s ending wrapped in swaddling cloth,
with senses all toned down.
The new beginning’s pain is gone,
the outrage loud expressed,
until is found, home again,
the love from mother’s breast.