POETRY | MOTHERHOOD
Passion Fruit
Of a birth before time
There are lanterns swinging in the wind, a wind-chime singing along — or metallic din —
sobriety is a dream.
Now, I bicker with my memories of what was, all I remember is aquamarine green and stark white —
and glints of stainless steel.
The fruit of passion was born of our wedding night, a flower bud, too petite to be true —
but touches me nevertheless.
I caress the only truth that belongs to us, ready to taste the fruit as such and its accompaniments —
it has been rewarding, no less.
The juice of the choice is enthralling. She was a sapling, fallen early; the knife I took was worth it.
And she continues to bloom.
© Sana Rose 2020
From my collection ‘Songs of Motherhood’ Written on April 13th, 2016
Poet’s note:
My daughter was born preterm through an emergency C-section that saved her life. Although I was healthy and active while pregnant and all prepared to have a natural childbirth, the Almighty’s plans were different. The unexpected surgical delivery left me aghast and displaced emotionally but I slowly got back to being myself through poetry.
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Sana Rose is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling professional, freelance writer and mom. She is based out of Kerala, India. Her debut novel ‘Sandcastles’ was shortlisted for ARL Literary Awards 2018 for Best Author soon after publication.
