The seed was planted long ago, <br />Her body nurtured it with care, <br />Slowly time, allowed to grow, <br />Awaiting; first breath of air. <br /> <br />A tiny little beating heart, <br />Body forming in the womb, <br />Together begin, to impart, <br />As the flower, is to bloom. <br /> <br />Every month another change, <br />Movement, turning around, <br />Nature’s secret interchange, <br />The process is quite profound. <br /> <br />Encapsulated, safe and warm, <br />Nothing else to tend the need, <br />Healthy body protects from harm, <br />Umbilical cord, to feed. <br /> <br />First contraction, then another, <br />Counting minutes long between, <br />Full attention, father and mother, <br />It’s the doctor’s time to convene. <br /> <br />Dilating, now the head appears, <br />So natural, as in the flow, <br />Cry of life, comes with tears, <br />Mother basking; the afterglow.<br /><br />G.R. Gaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-afterglow-4/
