Nativity Diary for NaPoWriMo 2022, Day 14



Nativity Diary

I’m curled inside, so soft and warm,
protected in my creator’s corm.
Within, without, the pulse and throb
of leg on stomach, thrusting knob
of head against that source of light
down a channel smothering tight.

I will I must continue toward
that severance of birthing cord.
A final push, a hearty cry,
one eye open, a glimpse of sky.
Helping hands receiving me,
head and shoulder, thigh and knee.

The miracle of freedom from
such tight compression. My questing thumb.
Curled into that outer nest
that has been my nine-month quest.
Swathed in warmth, bright lights above,
I take great drafts of mother love.

She wills and I agree I will
drink until I’ve had my fill.
Pursing lips and searching tongue,
and then a healthy burst of lung.
I declare my presence here
to the whole world’s atmosphere.


The prompt for day 14 of NaPoWriMo was to write the opening scene of the movie of our life.

Image by Christine Bowen on Unsplash. 

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

17 thoughts on “Nativity Diary for NaPoWriMo 2022, Day 14

  1. kim881

    Oh Judy, your poem is such a lovely bright contrast to my bleak black and white nativity. I love that your baby self is keen to get going. I love the rhythm of the lines:
    ‘Within, without, the pulse and throb
    of leg on stomach, thrusting knob
    of head against that source of light
    down a channel smothering tight’
    and the joy in:
    ‘A final push, a hearty cry,
    one eye open, a glimpse of sky
    and
    ‘I take great drafts of mother love’.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      Thanks so much, Kim. It was so fun to write, trying hard to remember what it was like. In the end I sorta felt like I was remembering. Oh the joys of poetic license. Then I lost half the poem and panicked. Finally it showed up in an earlier edit but I had to retype it. Now I’ll go read your British Kitchen Sink Drama…I appreciate your comment.

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  2. lifelessons Post author

    Thanks, Paean. I didn’t know where I was going from line to line, but it was fun just following where the poem led me. It was like a bit of a birth in itself. Fun to write.

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