This poem resonated with me as my mother Mable Palmer was blamed and shamed for my brother Stephen’s Autism. My Mom suffered much and that probably contributed to her early death. However God proved the doctors wrong and Stephen has grown into a working contributing member of society whereas those relatives did not. So God had the last word.
Men say, giving birth is a beautiful thing.
I agreed silently, until my turn came.
Laying flat on a table exposed, vulnerable,
anticipating the cry of a newborn.
The night fall of raining, pouring, down on the windows.
my body traveling through multiple changes
10 centimeters deep Dilating….
Sounds of medical staff in the distance .
I could hear doctors say get her prep right away…
What was wrong? Having my baby too soon ;
Underdeveloped lungs ,bad prenatal care, transfered from here to there.
Throwing up my bowels is what I remember ,eight months three weeks
“Count to ten”, said he the doctor,
placing the oxygen mask over my face .
It was dark all day…. Reflecting,
making peace with the soul maker.
I thought I was eating right;working so hard to keep my status of medical care and salary .
Going to school did…
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