Shakked Sarah’s Home Birth

A full moon
Always haunting
Always enchanting
And with the full moon
Your journey to join our home began

It was my heart that beckoned
And your sister who called to you
“Baby come!” when we flew a kite
And, “come baby!” when we went to the sea…

It was for you we were waiting

And in such rage of movement and stillness
Of laughter and tears
You joined us
Into the strong and trembling hands of your father
You came

Inside the candles were dancing
Outside the birds sang

I embraced you and wept.
Recognizing you


Posted on December 2, 2008, in identity, poem, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. A breathtaking image of all the love pouring out and into this soul.

  2. Ahhh, and rainbows bursting.

    This brought tears to me at the love you share.

  3. Your lovely voice speaks loud and clear… we heard your love shining thru these pages.

    Thanks for your kind words in my blog…Have a good weekend ~

  4. isn’t it pure magic when a child is born..? the whole miracle of pregnancy and the process of giving birth is something i wouldn’t want to exchange for anything in the world…flying the kite and going to the sea…this is powerful deb…i really love this..

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