When My Daughter Was Born

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