I have seen them, gravid
& walking with the honey heaviness
of mothers round as plums,
ripe & stretched over fullness
& eager to meet what kicks
beneath their hands
they have felt fluttering
in the domes of their bellies,
laughed with those turns
& learned new heartbeats
threading under their own,
a welcome otherness
but here, underneath scars
that tethered us…
To all women who have lost their babies to avoidable circumstances at childbirth. Deep and lucid poetry from Susan L. Daniels.
Thank you for sharing this. Again, this loss of life is inexcusable. My sympathies to you and your wife.
Hi Susan, your poem sent shivers down my spine. So simple yet the depth is amazing. I share Victor’s loss – who wrote in as a guest in my blog. Nonetheless, my pain and thoughts reside not only with Victor but to the many who have lost their babies due to human but avoidable errors. Thanks again for stopping by.
I always get confused with the guest blogging–but again thanks for sharing that–unbelievable that such things happen in this world. Unbelievable and inexcusable.
Nwach, Thanks for reblogging this. Susan is a great poet and who uses her voice to address burning social issues.
For nothing Dr. I’ve been a secret admirer of Susans poetry. “The Price” is truly priceless.