Umbilical Cord
by Darlene L. Young, pub in Irreantum (earlier version), Popcorn Popping and The Mother in Me
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Yes, press your hand against my flesh to feel
This fresh-bright life, this future man of God
Flex tiny stretching legs to test the walls
Of a quart-sized world of warm and wet.
All life he drinks direct through twisted cord,
Source of constant nourishment through me;
Fast it holds, despite his testing squirms,
Building a defense from future harm.
There! Your palm is humming from his kick
But now you move away and fall asleep. . .
Soon your hands will press against his head
While I pray empty-bellied on a pew
Flesh on flesh, you’ll make the cord of life–
Antibody strength for future fights
May it hold fast.
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