(c) e.p.robles 2011
I gesticulate a birth poem
bottom third trimester
dilation my wish-so
and born soon for the world
such words pleasing to you
a mother is proud but sore
and weakness a strength
how i wish to born prose
before time consumes
but life begs patience
rhythm breath contraction
pushing primal need aside
a course for life words
cry pain release love
exhausting pleases me
rest kiss hand forehead
our child pure touch
eternal love beyond
poetry born in cradle
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