We all celebrate our birthdays.
But do we celebrate the women who were there too?
The Birthing Day
Mothers recall it very well
The pain, the joy, the feel, the smell
Of all the times when they gave birth
And received a child (and lost their girth).
So much joy from a day of hell:
The need to push. Or not. Or yell.
Rewarded more than they can tell.
When nightfall drapes across the earth,
Mothers recall.
On the date that this blessing fell
Drinks and cakes weave a sticky spell.
The child delights in all the mirth
And milks the day for all its worth.
Watching with a pride that none can quell,
Mothers recall.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2012
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Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteI try to recall mine as little as possible! Although thankfully it is true that you do forget what the pain was like and just remember the more pleasant endpoint.
ReplyDeleteI am not being the mothering kind, being both the Leader of the Chennai Dahl and also being a Princess, but I am being of the understanding that my birth was being facilitated by white doves and heavenly angels.
ReplyDeleteI never doubted it.
DeleteI love this idea!
ReplyDeleteLovely composition !!!
ReplyDeleteMother's Day is in celebration of the women who were there, too.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sure those who read your poem will appreciate your sentiments, too. :)
Thanks Lee. I'm not wanting to take anything away from Mother's Day. I am just wanting to point that no-one can remember their own birthday but the mothers do. People forget that their mothers were there and it is a special day for them too. :-)
DeleteYes...I understood the meaning of your poem, Cosmo.
DeleteSometimes I think the true meaning behind Mother's Day has become lost; and we all need to be brought back to the basic realities. :)
I have only just started honouring women on the birthdays of their children. I don't know how the idea popped into my head - but know it felt right, and has pleased the mothers concerned.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. It's always interesting the way people view the experience of giving birth
ReplyDeleteI recall my moments and forget the pain (it was so painful) ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely share ~
Beautiful tribute to mothers. The pain of her first baby was so much (with stitches) it took my sister another 19 years before she decided she'd have one more....lol
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and really does help to explain the pain involved.
i remember well the day both my sons were born. while my wife caught the brunt it was one of the most stressful days of my life...so many complications...
ReplyDeleteAww, this is nice. Every year on my birthday, my Mother tells me the same story about where she was at 11:45 AM and I love to hear her tell it! It's the day we began our journey together.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I remember mine well, but I was privileged to share that moment with my daughter when she gave birth to my grandchild. That was the really amazing experience, and no pain!
ReplyDeleteSuch a gentle, thoughtful, heart-full poem, J.C. Well done, as always.
ReplyDeleteHeartfelt and so true.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, J! And so very true!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute! I remind my daughter every year what a difficult birth she was!
ReplyDeleteThat is one of the times that stays forever in our minds--the moment, the miracle. Well done!
ReplyDeleteTo me, the moment of my children's birth becomes more poignant and vivid as they begin to leave the nest. To think I played some part in the life story that is now theirs. It makes me cry happy tears.
ReplyDeletexxx
There is NOTHING like the exquisite ecstasy and pain of birth. The joy the love is overwhelming.
ReplyDeleteYou got it in one Mr C