Pen in hand
I am the doctor
Standing in the delivery room
Ever so gently taking the head of
The emerging poem
Not quite sure what I will see
As this new being
Takes form
And marveling at the strength of
The brow
The eye, the nose, the swell of the lip
A word in the breath
The finger and toe of each
Impossible sentence
Making a miracle of the
Expectant world.
(Previously published in Words-Myth, Issue #6, Spring 2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well-delivered, Doc! I hope it was an easy pregnancy?