"Would you like to cut the cord?"
Would I? I didn't know.
It was so unexpected; the move to the theatre, the cesarean, her words - "Can he be put straight in my arms", then, "Give him to Mum, please. I'm going to be sick".
And there you were. Such beautiful eyes. A squshy, messy, bundle of newness.
And there were the scissors. It was no…
It was so unexpected; the move to the theatre, the cesarean, her words - "Can he be put straight in my arms", then, "Give him to Mum, please. I'm going to be sick".
And there you were. Such beautiful eyes. A squshy, messy, bundle of newness.
And there were the scissors. It was not a gentle snip. That cord was gristle and strength in my hands. I needed help to sever you, to finally help to deliver you into our world.
Measured and tested then back to your mum. In her arms where you belong. And me, hands still helping.
So very good to have you/your writing return to the project, Jean. How much you've done here in just a few sentences. And what a rare experience you're describing. Here is your link:
"Would you like to cut the cord?"
Would I? I didn't know.
It was so unexpected; the move to the theatre, the cesarean, her words - "Can he be put straight in my arms", then, "Give him to Mum, please. I'm going to be sick".
And there you were. Such beautiful eyes. A squshy, messy, bundle of newness.
And there were the scissors. It was not a gentle snip. That cord was gristle and strength in my hands. I needed help to sever you, to finally help to deliver you into our world.
Measured and tested then back to your mum. In her arms where you belong. And me, hands still helping.
So very good to have you/your writing return to the project, Jean. How much you've done here in just a few sentences. And what a rare experience you're describing. Here is your link:
https://thecureforsleep.com/april-issue-hands/#jeanwilson
Txx
What a privilege, an honour for you Jean and you have captured so much with so few words! Beautiful indeed!
Tracey x