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I Thought That I Knew…

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I heaved and panted.

With all my might,

I pushed.

Till I thought that,

Every vein within,

Would burst with pressure.

And I hated every moment,

Of such horrendous pain.

Wondering what was the gain?

Until I beheld the squalling bundles,

And their curious little eyes.

I felt their fist snatch tight,

And held my heart very fast.

The pain flew out of the window,

The light of the gain shone bright.

As I tumbled completely in love,

Without hindrance, I fell.

Realizing that I had no idea whatsoever

I thought I knew it before.

♥

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.

”Thank you Vijaya” 🙂

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A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.

23 thoughts on “I Thought That I Knew…”

  4. Oh, that pain…I remember my first labor and a nurse telling me that I “was a textbook case of transition”.:0/ Unlucky for him, he also, happened to be a male. I asked him if he knew what it was like to poop a football…amid some other things I’m not too proud of. Things got worse as the transition drug on for hours and then the contractions stopped. I was given an injection to start them up again and the pain doubled down. I made it clear to my husband that ‘we will never do this again!” Finally, they resorted to forceps and my Travis was placed in my arms. In that moment I wondered how I could have ever doubted there was a God and the pain was forgotten. I still can’t remember it only, the things that happened around it that ended in such a miracle.

    Thanks for the beautiful poem that triggered all of that!:0)

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  7. You really touched the mothers’ hearts here. I remember even now sixty-one years ago for the first and fifty-five years ago for the second. Many years. Men now whom I respect. Respect. But when I sit and think a bit I still see the lovely little toes, the chubby little legs, the arms of a four year old who says, “Here, mommy, I won’t let you fall.” And the calls still come once in a while. “Hi, Mom, just thinking about you. Love you.” And, they don’t let me fall.

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I love it when you decorate my heart with your words..