BABY’S BEGINNING

And though she knew
the marriage was doomed
in her womb there was a seed

that grew steadily
until that glorious night
at the Chinese place

The Quickening
The moment a soul
enters the body and

like Elizabeth’s child,
baby leapt for joy
(so did her mom!)

Blessed with a gig in
Bermuda, piano bar
No star, but paid the bills

(and his too, as he
withdrew into his shell
back in Queens)

Every time mommy
played Duke Ellington
baby’s feet kept time

Fast songs or slow
Kicking perfect rhythm
My covert metronome

And when at last
she emerged from inside
her eyes so wide, so black,

I knew they would stay brown and
I knew we would be together
weathering any storm

Mothers who nurse know
the most beautiful sight
is the top of the baby’s eyelids

as they shut tight
working on their task
nuzzling at the breast

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Image by Mahalie, used by permission of Creative Commons
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