They handed me the bundle, I took it gingerly Oblivious to the throbbing of pain-crushed fingers "It's a boy" the nurse said, "... I think you'll find it's not" I deigned to challenge Her gynaecological expertise Umbilical confusion sorted, I gazed in awestruck wonder and unparalleled joy at the pink, splotched wriggling beauty, cossetted in my protective arms, crowned with night-black hair that was my daughter I know that there were many important, sad and tragic events In 1980. The world lost John Lennon, Steve McQueen Hitchcock, Durante, Sartre, Mae West, Jesse Owens.... I just remember that I gained the world. And was reborn. P.J. Murphy (c) P.J. Murphy 2005Note: This was an entry a contest on AllPoetry.Com where the theme was '1980' pjmurphypoems.blogspot.com www.guitarsongs.info
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Friday, October 21, 2005
Rebirth
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Rebirth
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