One for the c-section mamas this caesarean awareness month.
There’s a mark, red and angry,
Stretched tight across my skin.
And as the weeks and months go by,
It fades to paper thin.
A mark of life, of birth, of change,
One I’ll have for all my days.
A visible reminder of,
How I birthed my little babe.
And some will call it ‘unnatural’,
Others scoff the choice I made.
For others their scar may represent a choice,
In which a part they never played.
It may bring joy or sorrow,
All feelings valid to claim.
But equally please don’t forget,
The context in which to frame -
Caesarean or c-section,
Or perhaps you call it belly birth.
It IS still birth and valid,
Marked with a mama’s strength and worth.
