The Writer’s Digest prompt today asked for a poem based on a memory. I think memory has a huge part to play in many poems, but my specific stroll was influenced today by the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a creation myth poem. While not a creation myth, the idea did help me recall a specific moment in the creation of my family.
At the hospital so many nurses telling us
to keep her warm on our naked chests.
It’s important for Dad too, the older nurse
said, unwrapping her from her swaddle,
and setting her in your arms.
Sapped of energy, bleary-eyed
you somehow pulled off your yellow t-shirt
with one hand, held our daughter tight
with the other. I shifted over in my bed,
making room for the two of you.
You touched her downy head
then whispered in my ear
Where else could she possibly fit,
except right up here by our hearts?