

Birth

Birth… an arrival. Many memories and stories told about the nature of the arrival / birth of those close to us. And of course there is the arrival, the ‘birth’ of things new…
Within our own lives, within our selves and the things around us, new things are born each day.
What does ‘birth’ conjure for you? Where does it take you and how would you express that?
We hope you enjoy the read, and perhaps express your own feelings about the word ‘birth’.
Feel free to join in on our expression session. Next week’s word is ‘blind’.
Mum
come on
give it one
last push
that’s it keep
it going
I can see
it Mum
a light
at the end
of this tunnel
you beauty
I’m so close
that’s it
breathe, one, two,
on the third
push Mum
here I am
someone better
get ready to
catch me.
wow what
a journey
no wonder it
took all of
nine months
not sure
about this
coming out
head first
so what’s
this place?
hey, whoa
no more of
this slapping
yeah, you got
me screaming
well done,
no more Doc
or I’ll cite
you for
child abuse
come on
where is it?
no more playing
around nurse
I need my fix
stop with all
this swaddling
this little man
needs a drink
Ah, the sweet
taste at last
now that was
worth the wait
who’s this moron
blubbering away?
don’t tell me
that’s my dad.
toughen up
big boy
there’s worse
to come
this is just
the birth
wait until I
turn two
you’ll regret
what you and
mum got up to.
PJR 18.04.2022
TLaB