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When A Son Is
Born
The sidewalks amaze you with
their complacency
after witnessing two sets of ten and a victory cry
The man you have lain with
pales beside the beauty of his seed
everything is altered by birthing
except birth
an expanse enflates your heart
for a dimple in the hand
a sense of purpose fills your seconds
nursing on demand
every visitor leaves you wanting
for time alone with your infant son
When a son is born
sleepless nights are now filled with
lullabies and intimacy
mornings return you to one
as your love nourishes his kneading hunger
when pride and joy intertwine
joy wins the heart opens
then the joy births confidence
that possession can not hold back
at first it concerns you
then you honor independence
and this life begun with in you
begins without you
and the child
like a memory
becomes sacred moments
of innocence.
Lisa Albright Ratnavira 2-15-06
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