at 43 weeks gestation she
stuffed herself into a taxi in the
cold dead of a January morning with
the determination and quiet resolve of
a newly designated mother
after 27 hours of pacing he
marveled at the 5 pound newness of
her perfect fit in his hands what
wonder is this he asked quietly
I was turned and the doctor
slapped my behind, it is said
the cry rattled
beds of the dead nearly
6 flights below no one has
underestimated me since
About this Poem: My mother is gonna laugh and shake her head when she reads this and say, “You sure do tell a good story. I should have named you Poetic License.” But I really was born late.
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Ah, I love this piece! And I’m sure your mom has a big grin on her face as she reads it!!
Thank you for the ready. My mother is shaking her head.
Neat! A fun story. I like it. 🙂
Thank you for reading!