My wife has just given birth and I am watching as blood begins to pool on the table between her legs. There is a problem and the staff needs to attend to it immediately.
A nurse hands me our new baby and tells me to go and sit in the corner while they attempt to stop the hemorrhage.
I am sitting holding this new baby, it’s a girl and she is sleeping in my arms, just new born, still with her birth legacy on her face and wrapped up in a standard hospital blanket.
I am looking at her, fascinated that this new child is alive and in my arms. I become oblivious to the action on the delivery table, rather I am fascinated by the sight of this child in my arms. She then opens her eyes and looks up at me and I immediately fall in love with this most beautiful child, who sees me, fascinated I am sure, that the person who holds her is not her mother but her father. Today that baby still looks at me with those same eyes, the love stronger, I know I am blessed.
a precious new life
enters a winter landscape
loved and blessed
Written for the Logo Haibun Challenge, the prompt being a Namibian woman and child.