A poem I wrote soon after my daughter was born. I also have three sons.

Hannah

When my daughter was born
She gasped and spluttered
Like a diver
Emerging breathless.

And as her body turned
From purple to pink
She yelled in angry reproach.

But when I held her
An untidy bundle of blankets
Through which I could feel
The warmth of her little body
Then she was quiet
And looked at me
With a clear, unwavering gaze.

© 2019 Nan Hewitt

Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on July 27, 2019:

Amazing how it comforts them, tis the human touch.

Wonderful painting with words.

Nan Hewitt (author) from Albany, Western Australia on July 23, 2019:

It's an amazing moment holding that baby in your arms.

Lorna Lamon on July 23, 2019:

This lovely poem reminded me of the birth of my own daughters. Beautifully written.

Nan Hewitt (author) from Albany, Western Australia on July 23, 2019:

Thank you.

Liz Westwood from UK on July 22, 2019:

You capture this incredible moment well in your poem.