Poems & Essays

19 Oct

Birth and Rebirth

General/Column 2 Responses

This mint tea isn’t waking me.

I’m trying to keep caffeine from
contaminating my breast milk because
it blasts my baby from alert to berserk
which further darkens the purple smudges
swimming under my pale blue eyes.

Then, he cries, and lickety
split I’m to his side
lifting him from his crib
into the cradle of my arms.
I watch his eyes connect with mine,
they’re violet blue,
shinier than the south shore water,
a pair of periwinkles
twinkling light back to me
lilting me to a new plane
a sparkling white sheet on a tired mattress
a glittering glacier walked on
by mothers everywhere
with tired eyes and unwashed hair.

I rise to the wonder
of birth and rebirth.


Monica Flegg lives on Nantucket Island with her husband and two children. Her work has been published in; the Aurorean, Awake, A Nantucket Writer’s Workshop in Print, The Pine Island Journal of New England Poetry and PostScripts.

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  1. Gui

    October 19, 2015 at 12:08 pm

    This is beautiful poem, I like it Monica, please do it more.

  2. Anne

    October 19, 2015 at 6:08 pm

    Touchingly true and beautifully written.


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