The sun has returned once again
rising at dawn, as it did that day
when I emerged, wet and pink
from my Mother's womb.
I imagine that moment,
her soft breath returning then
the painful swells of agony subsiding.
I feel her clenched fists opening
to soft palms holding
as her long night's labor
found its end ~ in me.
When I celebrate my birthday
I celebrate that moment
shared in time
for there cannot be one
without the other
and I follow the long cord back
to that early March sunrise
on the day when I was born.
Joanne Cucinello 2010
