First Kid

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Forgetmenot8524, May 12, 2006.

  1. Forgetmenot8524

    Forgetmenot8524 Member

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    We give nourishment just like everyday

    They cry and bleat as we feed them



    But today is no ordinary day

    He says, “Look she had babies!!”

    A rush of astonishment and happiness floods over me

    I have looked forward to this for months



    The two little ones are just now looking for milk from the mother

    Only a second later I see the a third one

    Abandoned in the corner

    She’s laying there with barely any life



    I wrap her in a towel and hold her close to my body

    I hold her so she doesn’t get cold

    I wipe her off from the birth



    Frantically he calls Ms. Pam

    Asking for advice

    Hoping it’s not too late, I listen in



    Both of us know nothing

    I’ve never experience this kind of birth before

    It seems so strange



    I keep holding her and holding her

    Willing life to fill her eyes

    I have no clue what to do for this baby

    I stand out in the cold and start to cry



    She cries too

    But hers are very weak and almost forced cries

    Later I find that it was a cry for milk

    If only I knew



    An eternity later, the neighbor comes to help

    This is nothing for her

    She’s done this a million times

    Calm and collected; she introduces herself as Sarah



    Sarah tells me to start rubbing the baby to get circulation going

    I do it mechanically

    I tell the baby, “You’ll be ok don’t worry”

    I believe it



    She’s getting weaker and weaker

    Her feet soft and limp

    Her eyes half open and blurred

    Her mouth open for the milk that she’ll never drink



    I finally realize she’s not going to make it

    I keep trying and trying to get some sort of response

    She doesn’t move

    If only we didn’t have to wait so long



    Sarah has moved on to the other kids

    She makes sure they’re nursing

    Occasionally looking over to me





    I tell her I think the baby is dead

    She assures me so and I sit there in dumb silence

    I finally ask her “Where should I put it?”

    “There’s a garbage can in the other barn”



    Somehow I just want her to open her lifeless eyes

    It’s like a smack in the face

    From death itself



    I stand there and sob

    I tell myself this is what I have to do

    So I finally say goodbye and slip her gently in
     
  2. TrippinBTM

    TrippinBTM Ramblin' Man

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    Man that's so sad. But a great poem, feels honest and real.
     
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