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Mariposa
Die Geburt unserer kleinen Evita Anastasia im März 2011 ist das schönste, intensivste Erlebnis meines Lebens. Über Dinge, die mich gefühlsmässig so bewegen schreibe ich am liebsten in Gedichtform und - da es jahrelang meine Hauptsprache war - in Englisch. Hoffe, ihr könnt trotzdem was damit anfangen.
Evita kam in einem Geburtshaus zur Welt und ich finde die Arbeit, die freiberufliche Hebammen leisten einfach toll! Bei den Auflagen und hohen finanziellen Aufwendungen die sie als Freiberufler zu zahlen haben gehört eine wahnsinnig große Portion Idealismus dazu, dieser Berufung weiterhin so hingabevoll zu folgen wie es die Hebammen vom Geburtshaus Bella für uns getan haben. Wenn noch mehr von Euch nach Wegen suchen, Geburtshäuser (die es sonst vielleich schon bald nicht mehr gibt!) zu unterstützen und mehr publik zu machen oder es in diesem Forum vielleicht schon eine entsprechende Kategorie gibt, sagt es mir bitte!
So, hier nun mein Gedicht zur Geburt von Evita
Birth
(“Stars do not fall from heaven, they are born”… this is for my little shooting star)
Awake like uncounted times before
Staring into the darkness of night
An invisible grandfather clock
Killing the seconds with its pendulum
The hours till dawn pressing on my mind
With cruel indifference
Contractions come and go
Like uncounted times before
The grandfather clock hammering on my brain
While my restless body tosses and turns
Unable to find the much-needed sleep
And my mind turns impatient circles
Then suddenly
The contractions grow steady
The ticking in my mind is fading
Giving way to an excited rush
You are ready…
TODAY you shall see the light
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Counting the minutes
The coming and going
Still not quite believing it is true
Although I try I cannot imagine
How it will feel meeting you
It’s the small hours of early morning
When I give midwife a ring
And tell your daddy not to go to work
It is time for the wonderful thing
Slowly with the morning traffic
On a bright and sunny day
We are making our way to Hüttenberg
You are on your way!
After bathing and walking and waiting
Joyous expectancy turns into strain
It blurs my sense of reality
There’s just me, the contractions, the pain
Your daddy he holds me
Tells me I am strong
But the pain is so awful
The day gets so long
Contraction follows contraction
Scream piles unto scream
I am not sure where the here and now is
Being lost in a horrid dream
I think I won’t manage
I can’t see this though
But daddy and the midwife believe for me:
Keep going, keep going - you do!
The evening is already setting
When the amnion bursts with force
The pain is mighty but I feel
It has finally thrust open the doors
I am swept away by a power
No need for me to strive
A bigger will takes my willing over
I am one with the force of life
The midwives are rushing
And order me – slow!
But there is no slowing, there’s only – GO!
You are arriving like a shooting star
Into the earthly sphere
After the waiting, aching, labor:
Little butterfly you are here!
Evita kam in einem Geburtshaus zur Welt und ich finde die Arbeit, die freiberufliche Hebammen leisten einfach toll! Bei den Auflagen und hohen finanziellen Aufwendungen die sie als Freiberufler zu zahlen haben gehört eine wahnsinnig große Portion Idealismus dazu, dieser Berufung weiterhin so hingabevoll zu folgen wie es die Hebammen vom Geburtshaus Bella für uns getan haben. Wenn noch mehr von Euch nach Wegen suchen, Geburtshäuser (die es sonst vielleich schon bald nicht mehr gibt!) zu unterstützen und mehr publik zu machen oder es in diesem Forum vielleicht schon eine entsprechende Kategorie gibt, sagt es mir bitte!
So, hier nun mein Gedicht zur Geburt von Evita
Birth
(“Stars do not fall from heaven, they are born”… this is for my little shooting star)
Awake like uncounted times before
Staring into the darkness of night
An invisible grandfather clock
Killing the seconds with its pendulum
The hours till dawn pressing on my mind
With cruel indifference
Contractions come and go
Like uncounted times before
The grandfather clock hammering on my brain
While my restless body tosses and turns
Unable to find the much-needed sleep
And my mind turns impatient circles
Then suddenly
The contractions grow steady
The ticking in my mind is fading
Giving way to an excited rush
You are ready…
TODAY you shall see the light
__________________________________
Counting the minutes
The coming and going
Still not quite believing it is true
Although I try I cannot imagine
How it will feel meeting you
It’s the small hours of early morning
When I give midwife a ring
And tell your daddy not to go to work
It is time for the wonderful thing
Slowly with the morning traffic
On a bright and sunny day
We are making our way to Hüttenberg
You are on your way!
After bathing and walking and waiting
Joyous expectancy turns into strain
It blurs my sense of reality
There’s just me, the contractions, the pain
Your daddy he holds me
Tells me I am strong
But the pain is so awful
The day gets so long
Contraction follows contraction
Scream piles unto scream
I am not sure where the here and now is
Being lost in a horrid dream
I think I won’t manage
I can’t see this though
But daddy and the midwife believe for me:
Keep going, keep going - you do!
The evening is already setting
When the amnion bursts with force
The pain is mighty but I feel
It has finally thrust open the doors
I am swept away by a power
No need for me to strive
A bigger will takes my willing over
I am one with the force of life
The midwives are rushing
And order me – slow!
But there is no slowing, there’s only – GO!
You are arriving like a shooting star
Into the earthly sphere
After the waiting, aching, labor:
Little butterfly you are here!
