giving birth

by: stacy

if i could find the words
to describe what this is,

how this feels,

if i could verbally encapsulate it,
keep the letters and spaces
rolling and soaking on my tongue
to distribute to the world
at my will, it would be my
single.
greatest.
accomplishment.

not graceful AGING,
not unrestrained LOVE could compare.
not peaceful DEATH, nor screaming LIFE
could outshine the ability

to birth, through my lips,
this pregnant bliss.