She smiled

After all,it had been a caesarean birth,and in the desert.
Stitched together by thorns,I had lain by the rock
Weak and pale with grief.
Late her cries awoke me.Her eyes opened and she smiled.
Now I am on a better place
where doctors
can stitch me up.
Scar tissue and spikes of gorse in flesh
wounded by the trial.
but nevertheless a birth
See the edges drawn together and the flesh connect.
Draw one side over the other to make the link strong.
I placed 29 anemones by her bed
Whispered,I am here.
Now they stitch me again as if the wound keeps opening
and the holy one who did it prays on.
This time it seems the thread is stronger and holds me.
Holds me.


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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