The Birth of a Son

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Birth of a Son, The Birth of a Son
Inez Lynn Photography

Birth of a Son

It took a little girl
to wipe my forehead
It took a little girl to place
a cold wet cloth
on my face.
A little girl to squeeze my
hand, and reach up, to touch
my face.

It took a little girl to fluff a
tear-drenched pillow
beneath my head.
A little girl who sat patiently
at the edge of a feather bed,
before the screams – before
Papa left between contractions.

Papa peeked through a door-
way – had his child been born?

It took a little girl to heat the towels
and place them beneath by back,
It took a little girl to rub my feet,
and place white porcelain buckets
at the bottom of my bed.

It took a little girl to help me push
and she stared and wrinkled her nose.

A little girl whose eyes were
filled with tears, ran to the window
announcing you were here.

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Birth of a Son, The Birth of a Son
Birth of a Son – “What Brought You Here?” page 45 – 46 Nancy Duci Denofio © 2010 all rights reserved

 

2 Comments
  1. Birth of a Son, The Birth of a Son
    Andrew J. Sacks says

    Nancy, thanks once again for your fine and perceptive work, and for additional glimpses into enlightening moments of life.

  2. Birth of a Son, The Birth of a Son
    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Hi Andrew, these were the words for my Grandmother – back in 1921 – told to me, like many others, concerning her life – her times. Sincerely, Nancy

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