Today's prompt: While I Was Pacing The Floor
Today's chosen word prompt: pacing happy thoughts
Today's prompt asked about times in our lives when we've paced, and while I am more of a fidget type than someone who routinely paces, there have definitely been times in my life when I did. Many sad times, manic times, those kinds of things.
But I didn't feel like going to a dark place today, so I am writing about the happiest time I ever paced in my life; the night before my daughter was born, almost twenty-two years ago.
There really is no structure to this poem, it's more of me telling a story I suppose. But in its free form I share with you one of the most exciting, and joyful nights of my life.
You see, I'd lost two babies to miscarriage before I was expecting my daughter, then I fell ill with Chicken Pox (yes I'd had them as a child I got them again, severely) when I was only two weeks along with her. They couldn't tell if she had fingers or toes from the ultrasounds because she curled them so tight (nor could we tell she was a "she".)
The complications were many and even required surgery at 20 weeks to keep me from losing her. So by the time I had made it to full term and I was all swollen up and my blood pressure was high, they wanted her to finally be born.
So I paced...and she was born a beautiful girl with pitch black hair, and ten perfect fingers and toes.
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While Plastic Snowflakes Sparkled by February Grace
Nine months bedrest, so high risk
“Don’t pick out a name,” they said
but we held on both you and me,
until my blood pressure rose and it was time
“Walk,” they said and so I did
pacing glittered hospital halls all night long
the decorations glimmered overhead
plastic snowflakes and strands of tinsel
It was Christmas Eve
and outside, how it snowed
I smiled thinking soon I’d hold you at last
for the first time, and give you your name
The nurses said they’d never seen a mother pace like me
they said they’d “never forget my smile”
as I walked all through the hours until the dawn’s first light
… you were born on Christmas Day, 7:43 at night
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...and I can honestly say, though I loved my daughter even before she was born... I love her even more today.