© 2009 Mothering Magazine
The blue-gray body,
greased, flexes tiny knees,
while the unearthly
rope is snipped to free
the freshly bundled
beauty, her little
lips pinking under
blasting bulbs, fiddling
to smile, and Mother's
unduly fatigued
face beams when the nurse
delivers her sweet
and long-awaited prize,
promise in her eyes.