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A Heart Beats

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Accession No: TWCMS : 2009.377
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Pat's story is about her and her sons' experiences of birth, life and their relationship to one another.

By Pat Wilson


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A heart beats, I hear it. It comforts, reassures, it's never alone. My sons, like two gentle warriors, each unique path worn or wandered, each struggle his own. Two births, so different, the first in a cold, harsh, too bright hospital room.

Born, you wake from your drugged sleep, to stir, to breathe. You lie quiet beside me, a few brief moments then gone to the nursery all alone. Me unaware of my blood seeping, energy draining, midwife reassuring, see him later, doing fine, don't move, stay still.

My sons, two gentle warriors, each unique path worn or wandered, each struggle his own. You lie quiet beside me, a few brief moments then gone to the nursery all alone.

Second birth, beautiful, a gift, nurturing, enclosed, skin on skin, my belly holding you, outside now in the world. Me unaware of my blood seeping, energy draining, midwife reassuring, see him later, doing fine, don't move, stay still.

Guilt, it follows me, stays with me, always by my side. I lay there wondering, is the experience of birth echoed in your experience of life. Life, struggling, striving, reality, a fine thread woven thinly, stretched to breaking, stitched in time. Yet when you were young, your energy, your laughter, your joy. Life, struggling, striving, reality, a fine thread woven thinly, stretched to breaking, stitched in time.

I made a wish then as I do now. Don't be alone but be your own. Be warm, be wise, be brothers.

Second birth beautiful, a gift, nurturing, enclosed, skin on skin, my belly holding you, outside now in the world. Guilt, it follows me, stays with me, always by my side. I made a wish then as I do now. Don't be alone but be your own. Be warm, be wise, be brothers.

Life, struggling, striving, reality, a fine thread woven thinly, stretched to breaking, stitched in time. Two births so different, the first in a cold, harsh, too bright hospital room. Born, you wake from your drugged sleep to stir, to breathe. I made a wish then as I do now. Don't be alone but be your own. Be warm, be wise, be brothers.

A heart beats, I hear it, it comforts, reassures, it's never alone.

Hi it 's a lovely moving story, thanks.Posted on 09/05/2010 at 02:04:55

Thank you for the comment, I'm glad you found it moving. It was a very difficult thing to do.Posted on 16/05/2010 at 10:38:29

this is one of the finest stories i have viewed. thank you for sharing it, it is beautifully and poetically told. Posted on 11/12/2010 at 09:59:39

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