All that glitters

The longest minute.

The last push and suddenly the expectation is realised
No enthralling squeak or wriggle
Only stillness and anxiety
The clock ticks.

A button pressed, the thunder of feet
Door bursts in and help arrives,
Well practiced drills and responses
A well oiled and experienced calmness ticks on.

Strained air and worried stares bore
Breath held all round
Slight response and the shoulders lower.
That first cry is the sweetest sound.

The minute ends as the baby cries
Parents' relief is palpable
Staff smile in unspoken acknowledgement
All is calm as life has begun.




I am no poet, but life is amazing as art.


A great, but very tiring day.
Late out of work so no blip except some glitter glue sticks we purchased to craft some christmassy magic.

I even tried to play with perspectives slightly, just to try something new.