by C. Sonberg Larson
Crying, mother young.
See eyes, watery and blue, skin wet, soul ancient.
Light blinding. Sterile, white room.
Screaming. Intense pain. Wailing. Pushing.
Rushing blood, warm, out held hand.
Red appears, light filters, skin and womb.
Here, I am, wondering, waiting. Vulnerable and hairless. Dependent.
Lives past, toiling and suffering, mistakes noted.
Repeating life. Again chosen.
Gone are months of warmth and safety.
Miracle or retribution?
Unfair, so unfair.
Retribution or miracle?
Safety and warmth of months are gone.
Chosen again. Life repeating.
Noted mistakes, suffering and toiling, past lives.
Dependent. Hairless and vulnerable, waiting, wondering, am I here.
Womb and skin filters light, appears red.
Hand held out. Warm, blood rushing.
Pushing. Wailing. Pain intense. Screaming.
Room, white, sterile. Blinding light.
Ancient soul, wet skin, blue and watery eyes see
young mother, crying.
(Please note that this poem is a palindrome—it reads the same forward and backward.)