The Birth

Cord wrapped tight, he burst
Into the light.
Ripped from a wet red world
Into the light.

Sound, smell, sight, all new
No more dark.
Upside down, now he gasps
No more dark.

A cry, primitive yet familiar
A mother smiles
Cleaned, wiped and held
A mother smiles

Strangers yes, but then he hears
Soothing Sounds
Suckles tight, gentle touch
Soothing sounds

Eyes still shut, love surrounds
Welcome son.