The waiting was breath
held underwater,
the longing was a crushing
ocean wave,
and the scalpel cut
was the sharpness of moonlight
at the end of a stormy day.

Now his smile carves deep
into my ribcage,
his fingers worm paths
under my skin,
and the smell of his head
is fresh-baked bread
that I crave to breathe in.

He is a parcel of spring sunshine,
his eyes are planets
in my universe,
and his lips are ripples
in the expanse of my heart,
the secrets and silent words
that bind us.

Kim M. Russell, 2018

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Baby by J-E-M on deviantART – stock image found on Pinterest

My poem for Poets United Poetry Pantry #396

Mary is happy to remind us that we are officially in the season of spring, the season of hope and rebirth, and hopes that it is spring-like everywhere. My poem follows on from the epistolary poem I wrote before my grandson was born. 


49 thoughts on “Newborn

  1. This is my favorite from you, Kim!😍 The anticipation and happiness is palpable as you await the birth of your grandson. And may I add that he’s absolutely adorable!💖 So happy for you! 😊

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  2. What a beautiful poem of birth and of love! I like ‘the waiting was breath held underwater.’ Indeed, a newborn is ‘a parcel of spring sunshine’ and brings into the world with him hope and a multitude of possibilities!

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    1. Thank you, Mary. Poor Ellen was in hospital from Saturday morning until Wednesday, the day after the c-section. She’d had enough of the constant interruptions and monitoring, so she came home to get some peace and quiet and try to feed Lucas. Apart from a few problems with feeding and sleeping, which we hope will be resolved with cranial osteopathy, they are all doing very well. He’s made my year!


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