Saturday, May 19, 2012

Poem for a New Baby


A MIDWIFE EXPLAINS THE BABY’S POSITION
      for John David

I kneel down beside the mother.
Her baby will come soon.

I place my hands on her belly
to feel the body of the baby inside.

He needs to turn, head-down,
but he has chosen to curl up sideways—

his hard little head to the right,
his tiny little feet tucked in to the left.

I tell the mother we can try
lots of things to help her baby to turn.

But if he will not move before the day,
she will need to have surgery

because babies cannot be born
from his position.

I explain this as slowly
and as reassuringly as I can.

This is the mother’s fifth baby,
and she’s never had a cesarean.

She nods and is not afraid.
She tells me she had a sense

that this one
would be born that way.

II.

But that isn’t what happened.
The baby turned

and turned
and turned again!

Head down at last,
and ready to be born—

he listened to his angel
who was listening to God

who heard our prayers
for a miracle

and sent from heaven
a command small and soft enough

for a baby-boy to hear,
and laughing in the water, turn!

He was born on a May afternoon,
sliding out into the world

as naturally as light shines
down to the earth from the sky.

His father cut the cord,
and held his son, and gave him to his mother

who brought him to her breast
and fed him the milk of life with all her love.

When his tongue was freed,
he suckled in his strength

and began to grow
into a beloved child.

His mother brought him home
to his four sisters on Mother’s Day

and they adored him—
the brother who would become

a man made in God’s own image
to the glory of God who created him

body and soul
to live now and forever.

Jane Beal
May 2012