Saturday, April 20, 2013

On The Day You Were Born

by Debra Frasier

"On the eve of your birth
word of your coming 
passed from animal to animal.  

The reindeer told the Arctic terns,
who told the humpback whales,
who told the Pacific salmon,

who told the monarch butterflies,
who told the green turtles,
who told the European eel,
who told the busy garden warblers,

and the marvelous news migrated worldwide. 

While you waited in darkness, 
tiny knees curled to chin,
the Earth and her creatures
with the sun and the moon
all moved in their places, 
each ready to greet you
the very first moment
of the very first day you arrived.

On the day you were born
the round planet Earth
turned toward your morning sky,
whirling past darkness,
spinning the night into light.

On the day you were born

gravity's strong pull
held you to the Earth
with a promise that you
would never float away...

...while deep in space 
the burning sun
sent up
towering flames,
lighting your sky
from dawn until dusk.

On the day you were born
the quiet moon glowed
and offered to bring
a full, bright face,
each month,
to your windowsill...

...while high above the North Pole,
Polaris, the glittering North Star,
stood still, shining silver light
into your night sky.

On the day you were born
the moon pulled
on the ocean below,
and wave by wave,
a rising tide washed
the beaches clean for your footprints...

...while far out at sea
clouds swelled with water drops,
sailed to shore on a wind,
and rained you a welcome
across the Earth's green lands.

On the day you were born
a forest of tall trees
collected the sun's light
in their leaves,
where, in silent mystery,
they made oxygen
for you to breathe...

...while close to your skin
and as high as the sky,
air rushed in and blew about,
invisibly protecting you
and all living things on Earth.

On the day you were born
the Earth turned, the moon pulled,
the sun flared, and then, with a push, 
you slipped out of the dark quiet
where suddenly you could hear
a circle of people singing
with voices familiar and clear. 

"Welcome to the spinning world," the people sang,
as they washed your new, tiny hands.

"Welcome to the green Earth," the people sang,
as they wrapped your wet, slippery body.

And as they held you close
they whispered into your open, curving ear, 
"We are so glad you've come!""

Yes, darling child, we are so glad you've come.

7 months and 19 evenings ago, you arrived here safe and sound.  Your birth was the thing I've waited for the longest of anything in my whole life, and you've made me more whole than I knew I could be or should be.

Some days, kissing you and cuddling you and playing with you and telling you that I love you are sufficient ways for me to express to you how I'm feeling.

And some days, I feel that I could write you a letter that would let my pure, bleeding heart soak a whole ream of paper without really telling you of the depth of my love.

Your imperfections make you perfect.  Your need for me and Mom makes me feel vital and important.

The way you reach for me with tiny, chubby fingers and imploring eyes the color of a stormy sea make my insides melt and in that instant, I know that I love you infinitely more than I love myself.  And I love myself an awful lot.

Growing up, I remember my mother telling me that she loved me more than I could ever know.  At the time, in my childhood, I only recall feeling cherished and adored and always loved.  Now that I have a daughter of my own, I think I must finally know how much my own mother loves me.  I find myself whispering to Ever, as she's falling asleep, that I hope one day she'll know the full depth of my love for her.

Maybe I'm still learning about the depth of love that a person is capable of.

1 comment:

  1. What a wonderful, insightful post - full of love. I adore reading posts like these, they bring a tear to my eyes for my own children and make me reflect and the overwhelming feelings I had when they were young. Not that I dont have overwhelming feelings now - but they are a different kind of strength than they were when they were babies.