An April Story – Saturday Writing Essential

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Hope I am note too late for the April essay. I ask that you zoom into the photo in order to clearly read the poem. (I’ll get the hang of this yet!) 

The poem below has a summer title. That’s because it was written in summer. However the event to which it relates was the birth of my second daughter in April and whom I delivered myself as my Dad drove me to the Nursing Home. At the moment of writing the poem I wept because I knew I would go on to write in ways I had never written previously.

 

Birth of a Summer Poem

 

The muse has visited this summer

She is soft and pliable

and I, relentless

as a woman in labour

tenaciously giving birth.

The poem slides from my body

audibly filling her lungs.

Breath of her sweet breath

she embraces the world

and lying unclothed

I name her Soul.

 

We are absorbed in the tenderness

of bonding and she weeps

no tears as my blood flows,

for there is no death in a poem.

 

Benita H. Kape (c) 1985?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Benitak. (c)

 

 

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I am retired. I have four children, 3 girls and a son; all adult. I have 6 grandchildren, and 5 great-grandchildren.I lost my husband in May 2008 year after caring for him for the past 12 years. I am into my 4th or 5th life time; I think. Am

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