Exclusive: Best of Women Poetry: Edited by Padmaja Iyengar-Paddy
BABY
IN THE WOMB... ME
‘It’s
a girl,’ the midwife’s words woke me.
I
smiled. Sucking my thumb, I elbowed and turned
My
knees drawn about me, I was slipping back to sleep.
But
those voices — angry, threatening, vicious —
Why
did I feel my mother shiver with fear?
A
cacophonic discordance of pleading and abusing
Why
did I feel it was all because of me?
A
lurch, a fall, a bump against the ground
A
foot kicked my mother’s belly — wasn’t me!
‘Noooo,’
wailed my mother, protective arms around me
Was
she crawling? No, someone was dragging her
By
her hair...a forcible shove, and the bang of doors...
All
was dark as the night thrust upon us, our tears
Flowing
greater than the rain soaking up our skins
Was
it wrong being a girl? I cringed. But my mother
She
stood as Shakti, stoicism mingled with tears, braving
The
dark, the rain, the thunder ― her strength became mine.
Morning
brought the sun and my travelling father home
His
bellows louder than the roar of last night’s thunder
Challenging
his kin who dared lay their contemptible hands
Upon
his sweet princess. I stirred. And smiled again. Safe.
A
foot kicked my mother’s belly — was me!
And,
as nurturing maternal hands swaddled me
Daddy’s
determined girl rose to take on the world.
Shakti:
the female principle of divine energy
Best of Women Poetry -2020 :: Setu, March 2020
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