sixty winters are carved upon my face,
lines whispering tales of laughter, loss, and grace.
my womb, a quiet garden long thought bares,
now swells with life, a miracle that glares.
 
no youthful bloom, this late and fierce desire,
a spark rekindled in a soul's pyre.
with cautious hope, I feel the tremors start,
a citation of life within my heart.
 
moonlight spills upon the sterile room,
a silver lullaby to chase away the gloom.
each breath a prayer, each push a primal song,
the world recedes but my body is strong.
 
and then, a cry, a tremor in the night,
a tiny fist grips air, bathed in pale light.
a face, so new, yet etched with ancient lines,
my own reflection, starlit, intertwined.
 
sixty years distilled to this first touch,
a love so fierce, it stutters, says too much.
this fragile wonder, cradled in my arms,
a manifestation of dreams defying all harms.
 
I am no longer just a woman stretched by time,
I am now a mother, draped in rhyme.
with silvered hair and laughter's youthful chime,
I sing my child to sleep, one heartbeat at a time.
 
the world may stare, may whisper, may deride,
but in this moment, love is all that's our guide.
a moonlit birth, a victory untold,
mother and child, in winter's grip to behold.
 
for age is but a number, time a tide,
when life bursts forth, hope and wonder may hide.
in sixty springs, my greatest bloom I see,
his tiny hands, holding everything I hope to be.

BIOGRAPHY

Emecheta Christian is a brilliant writer whose work explores themes of identity, belonging, and the complexities of the human experience. His works have appeared in esteemed literary journals and anthologies such as The Potter’s Poetry, Indiana Review, Oxford American, Four Way Review, the Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day Series, and elsewhere. He has been recognized with several awards, including the prestigious Lane Writers Award and the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize.  Emecheta’s unique voice and evocative imagery have garnered him a growing reputation as a voice of change in the global literary scene.