The Cubist Birth

Sorry about the maybe too-traditional gender roles portrayed in this one. My focus was multiple perspectives, simultaneously, of one event. A pretty significant event. At least I didn't pick death.

I am born.

Light!

Bright.

I have sight.

Air!

Where?

Mother!

She pushes, pushes.

Gain, beyond pain.

Body worn, torn.

My baby!

Born!

He sits, stands, squeezes hands.

Sired, beyond tired.

Daughter?

Son?

We will have so much fun!