Poem of the Week: Expecting – for Kate and William

"Ontario, Canada - July 1, 2011: Postage Stamp poster on display in Canada Post Office window. It commemorates the Royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton who were visiting Ottawa that day for Canada Day celebrations."

Expecting

"Ontario, Canada - July 1, 2011: Postage Stamp poster on display in Canada Post Office window. It commemorates the Royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton who were visiting Ottawa that day for Canada Day celebrations."For Kate and William

It is that time,
a time of weighty,
night duty sleep,
soaking into me,
a warm blanket
of not knowing.
Each miniscule cell knows:
the when and the how-to-work,
creation in place within me,
overshadowed by:
The Walsingham Mother,
The Father,
The Son,
The Holy Spirit –
Ruach Yaweh.

Electric light cannot illuminate the swirl of colours, evolving within me,
a transparent sack of cushioning fluid: your head, bones, eyes, heart, feet,
spine, hands, and you,
little one,
bowing gracefully as
the poor woman’s child is
in Africa,
to God,
in a similar c shaped curl of life,
embedded in the living mother wall,
the chamber,
heart shaped
womb.

Mysterious energy in all its speed,
will rush, first through me,
then you,
with your gender,
your particular lineage
on the scales,
you will be born primarily to us!
your parents,
to the world
we must share with you.

You will be my child,
I will be your mother.

For now, in these last days,
you are so bound to me
in a tenacious unseen coil,
a tunnel of tubular vessels,
sanguine yet invigorating,
an age old art, breathes
a new generation.

I sang for you to the heavens,
I called you to form our family,
I await your final touches,
creation inside of me,
knitted as you are,
you drain me
senseless in the heat!
yet, I long
for you.

We are castaways on an island of dreams about you!
I want to dive into all of this, inside of me!
May I see you being made into being?
the lottery of features being pulled from
both sides of the family trees,
little one, all mine just now,
you are on loan to me,
pass through me as you will
that I might facilitate your gifts,
your being ,
your very own voice…

I am a lady in waiting,
You are my royal guest,
a spiritual osmosis,
made real in words,
but I must
wait!

I’m dying to take a peep,
to spot the difference,
the dot-to-dot difference,
between me and you and
your father and his forefathers that…
overshadow the country you will be born into,
A kingdom awaits you, my child, a fairytale
not in books like other children!
a God-Mother, a Queen, Princes and palaces to play in
will be home for you,
yet, you, my child,
will always
be you!
You being as you are now,
sleeping
inside of me, you are
all mine
to commune with,
to placate,
as we each sleep in
exclusive oneness,
without trivial talk of
blood-lines, we are in
this no-man’s land
together,
that will soon
be history,
upon
the moment of
your birth.

Through me,
with me,
in me,
you will
always be
all
you.

Ita O’Donnell

Ita O’Donnell is mother to four daughters. During six weeks in England as a Nurse, she met this baby’s Grandmother, Princess Diana, when she opened a Nursing Studies Unit at the National Hospital For Nervous Diseases in 1987. Princess Diana’s father had been nursed at The National and she kindly remained Patron. She had slept by his bedside on a camp bed.

Diana, was clearly admiring of nurses, very friendly and chatty. I will never forget her ordinary relaxed way with us with her total lack of snobbery. She was two years older than me and put us all at ease! She’d so approve of Kate. I wish Kate and William every blessing for their future family life! I dedicate this poem to Kate and all mothers everywhere.