Motherhood
by 
Jacqui Whittingham
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Posted: Sunday, May 11, 2003 Word Count: 107 Summary: This is the first poem I have ever submitted outside of a safe environment-I'm not sure what to expect. The poems title tells you everything you need to know. The poem is very simple. The immense joy of becoming a Mother has the razor sharp edge of fear cutting right through it. |
Motherhood
Looking down into pools of dark laughter
My core lifts and a breath is missed
You make me strong and vulnerable
For you I would do anything, anything
Pictures in my mind, a running film
Things that may or may not happen.
It’s easier to visualise the things I fear
Than dare hope for the things I dream
In denial the day you came
Could not allow acceptance until certain
That the pains that tore me apart
Brought you safely to the world
Oh but what a world. How can I think it safe
When each day brings news of more to come
The torment of giving life is nothing
When you have so much to lose.
Looking down into pools of dark laughter
My core lifts and a breath is missed
You make me strong and vulnerable
For you I would do anything, anything
Pictures in my mind, a running film
Things that may or may not happen.
It’s easier to visualise the things I fear
Than dare hope for the things I dream
In denial the day you came
Could not allow acceptance until certain
That the pains that tore me apart
Brought you safely to the world
Oh but what a world. How can I think it safe
When each day brings news of more to come
The torment of giving life is nothing
When you have so much to lose.