born late (if you believe in due dates that is)

the artist as infant

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

#OctPoWriMo Day 20
#OctPoWriMo Day 20

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.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Rod E. Kok says:

    Ah, I love this piece! And I’m sure your mom has a big grin on her face as she reads it!!

    1. Thank you for the ready. My mother is shaking her head.

  2. Cindy says:

    Neat! A fun story. I like it. 🙂

    1. Thank you for reading!

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