There once was a woman from Earth
Who became pregnant and was told she’d give birth
About 9 months they said
First comes the head
Emerging from your ample girth.
The woman was given a schedule.
Of things she was told were essential
like scans and tests
and forced bedrests
and music to boost baby’s potential.
On a need-to-know basis they’d tell
as they covered her belly in gel
and measured and poked
Her rights felt revoked
and her ankles began to swell
The worry set in for this mum
She felt it was all a bit glum
The brochure showed bliss
Nothing like this
it left her really quite numb
And so the day came as it must
In her medical team was her trust
As they processed her labour
They did her no favour
Here is Your baby from us.
The time came again for Our Mother
She was expecting another
but this time she said
it’s My Way instead
For this little sister or brother.
So she started with all her fears
That had been with her all of these years
She faced them head on
Until they were gone
Washed away with her healing tears
With the space that was clear with release
The Birth Tourist mentality ceased
And the Mother was Free
It was Birth liberty!
She was now a Birth Traveller at Peace.

Reblogged this on Sprout and About and commented:
This poem is so very beautiful. Your birth Your way!
awesome!!!