Mother's Birth

by Marybeth

Can you remember?  
We almost touched the moon.  
As we flew through The languid silver sky.  
I held you up to the tiny window.  

“Kan zhei-ge!”  
“Look!” I said.  
“The same moon!  
The same moon that lights Shanghai,  
in a summer’s night.
The moon has followed you home.”

Drowsy, weary boy,  
You slumbered on,  
Unimpressed.  
Wise child.  

One birth is enough for anyone.
Best to sleep on  
As our plane rips through  
The sky, the stars,  
The night.

I am reborn.  
I am a mother.  
As together we hurtle,
my arms around you,
Toward the light of day.

*****End*****

©Copyright Marybeth Lambe, 1999

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