Birth Goddess

Read this poem on Ricki Lake's ning site, called My Best Birth. It is by a woman named Cindy Collins:

BIRTH GODDESS

I am a birth goddess.

My body, the holder of life; cradled and caressed in my womb.

I am a birth goddess.

My skin radiates and glows,

my breasts full of milk so magical that man nor nature can duplicate.

I am a birth goddess.

My belly grows beyond boundaries seemingly impossible,

to accommodate this little stranger growing within.

I am a birth goddess.

Just as I know how to breathe, I know how to give birth.

I need not of your modern medicine or techniques,

they only interfere with the wisdom of my body.

I am a birth goddess.

My body and baby are perfectly in tune,

only they know the moment when birth will begin.

Not a minute too soon, not a minute too late.

I am a birth goddess.

My wonderful womb will bring down my baby,

on it's own time; it does not adhere to clocks.

I am a birth goddess.

My body knows when and how to push,

even if I have never given birth before.

My intuitive birthing ability has been passed to me

through thousands of years and billions of women;

they are my sisters in birth.

I need no aide of your devices.

I am a birth goddess.

Bright lights only blind the very sensitive eyes of my baby,

loud noises scare him.

Have reverence for new life and a new mother.

I am a birth goddess.

My chest as warm as the sun,

waiting and ready for my baby.

My body alone can warm my baby to the perfect temperature.

I am a birth goddess.

My baby is ready to suckle,

I offer my breast.

My body possesses all the nourishment my baby will need.

I am a birth goddess.

I trust my body, I trust birth.

I believe birth is safe.

I am a birth goddess.