A hike to Worthy

by A. Paige White

"when i wake up, when i go back to sleep

for you I will try
for you I'll stay alive" S.K. Kenworthy: Glaciers

Your soul spoke my Ever rest journey
I pictured a son of a son
in the birthing room we need a breather
for new life, new suns in sons
You bring us spring
write the thing for things to right
While I breathe the breath
and catch the light
in the gems of generations.

My line lingers
This labor is delivery
at the midnight of moonlight madness
the ceremony is private when grandmothers wed
a delivery bed
where angels are born
no apparent wings
to fly us in the wonder
of new creations
a baby's cry
the lullabye of life

We all cry along.


Author's Note: Are you ok now Kim?

hard to get these on when your hands are shaking

Posted on 11/16/2008
Copyright © 2022 A. Paige White

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/16/08 at 04:02 AM

I'm pretty damn floored, you should know.

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/16/08 at 06:16 AM

ok...this is touching. this is beautiful...and not because of the quote, but because of the fact that it touches on fresh new life. finding what matters most and breathing in and out through it. i'm sure this child will be a blessing on your family and you will find that he will shine a fine spark in you that was once dormant before. pretty pretty.

Posted by George Hoerner on 11/16/08 at 02:24 PM

New life brings feelings to the surface as new love flurishes. Great write.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/16/08 at 05:12 PM

Love the photo! Brilliant phrasing in this, nice reference to the Kenworthy guy ;), and grandmotherly on a special level.

Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/16/08 at 05:52 PM

Yes! Beautiful on all levels! How could it not be so when wonder-words speak of the birth of an Angel ... and we all cry along. Lovely ...

Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/16/08 at 05:53 PM

love the title, too ;)

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/16/08 at 07:24 PM

...paige, your wonder still amazes me and like a porcupine frightened your talents exude you...this is a delightful swing-a-dos-si-do with words and those words better hang on, eh? love the whole thing, style, joy, laughing at oneself, the whole schmear...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/16/08 at 11:32 PM

The last line alone was worth reading this poem about birthing. Excellent!

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/17/08 at 03:24 AM

I love this Paige. I am a pushover for poems about babies and children. This is so pure in your joy for the creation of a new life that would not be if not for you and your sun (son). That's why I like to read your work, I am almost always moved by your the way you bare yourself for all, and especially for us Patheticites, to enjoy. Congratulations and God Bless the little children of the world.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 11/17/08 at 07:21 PM

Having expierence this just February, I am awed how you got it into words, this awe, this joy, this new life. Excellent. g-ma smh. :)

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/18/08 at 03:00 AM

Congratulations Paige. Cute baby and young boy...CharMin

Posted by Katie Dean on 11/19/08 at 11:03 PM

i really connect to this poem, even though i don't have any kids. I love it

Posted by Laurie Blum on 11/20/08 at 03:38 AM

Both the insipiration and the end result... beautiful!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/21/08 at 03:28 PM

The new life in your poem sparkles and dazzles. The playfulness of your words reveals the little girl in the big one.

Posted by Colleen Sperry on 11/21/08 at 07:19 PM

very touching write

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/06/10 at 12:31 PM

I will try to gather tears which are never far away so as to cry along with the all and having thus gathered tears and added them to the communal tear pot, we will all cry in concert and wont that sound wonderful? what you have birthed here Paige is a lovely poem.

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