Mama Song

from Mama Song

…I watched my son’s birthmama labor the night, kept time
by the beat of his heart.  When she turned left-side-over in bed,
his heart slowed. The baseline dipped each time she moved.
My world lapsed, seconds lost in a thump.  My husband and I
huddled like cats; her mother slept fits in the recliner.
If God exists, he exists in the capacity to wait…

 

Jennifer Givhan

first published in Gloom Cupboard

 


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