The womb grows quietly,
surrounding and guarding the new life within,
sealed until the right time.
A single round window softens,
its fibers are thinned and taken up,
ready for the opening.
The womb gives up its charge, silently closing.
The one in the womb grows quietly
in a warm, watery world.
Secure in a closed and protected space.
The wee one hears sounds from outside,
feels mother's laughter, her song, and her sobs.
Two people: mother with child.
They are together, sharing each moment.
The wee one knows joys and sadness,
loving and longing;
learning life's patterns from within that womb.
At the right time the wee one is guided to a place of readiness.
The round window becomes a vast opening.
The womb that held its treasure so patiently finds new strength
to powerfully and completely expel its contents.
A womb that is bounded by mother's arms, her loving face, and warm strong body.
Within the new womb are her breasts with a bountiful provision.
The child grows, knowing safety, warmth, satisfaction and peace in mother's arms.
Joy Johnston (May 2010)