Saturday, January 22, 2011
Lady in Labor
Lady, you are beautiful as you wrestle with your contractions
There is so much energy radiating from you as you work
That I feel like I could warm my hands on your belly.
You are so young
I am privileged to be able to attend you
And warm my hands at your fire.
This is not poetry. This post was prompted by: Five Minute Fridays from The Gypsy Mama. (thegypsymama.com) This week’s prompt: Sit down, think of the most unique person you encountered while you were out and about this week, and write them into life for us. In five minutes flat.