A Cracker Escapes

Mother said she always liked pistachio nuts, 

at least, until my lonely journey navigating my way out of her dark canal. 

‘Popping out like a delicate bundle of joy’,

- was not what she said. 

Forty four hours of hell! 

Forty four hours of hell! 

Forty four hours of hell,

has been repeated to me time

and time and time again.

One must remember I caused mother

‘Forty four hours of hell’ 

one must never forget.

Not the best mantra to spend a lifetime 

agitating one’s senses,

in an attempt to locate my share -

my share d****t,

of the universal love, in which 

had supposedly been allotted 

to me. (Apparently everyone gets their share.)

Forty hours of hell! 

I remember the story of my birth all to well,

it correlates all too efficiently (for mother) with my gift of mantra.

‘Forty hours of hell!’

The story is like an ancient scripture 

etched on my now rock hardened soul. 

I suppose it should teach me something…

Compassion, patience, acceptance? 

It is devilishly burdensome to seek such virtues

when the mantra,

‘Forty hours of hell!’

hangs around my neck like an eagerly awaiting tombstone.

My final descent through her canal consisted of 

‘cracking mother’s hips open like a stubborn pistachio nut shell’.

Her words, not mine.

Arriving to jowl spitting howls of pain,

intermingled with disgust and disparaged outrage.

Nurses said I was so shocked at the disturbance 

mother was creating, not a peep escaped me. 

I guess I did learn one virtue over the years, 

to accept with a certain kind of resilience and silence,

and to enjoy the sweet surrender when the pistachio shell 

gives way perversely, between my teeth. 

In the cover of my forthcoming recipe book entitled, 

“The Magical Life Creations of All Things Pistachio” 

Mother, I honour you.

Author's Note

Just playing with a flow of thought ...

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

gave me a fine first smile of the morning but as i read i felt this is more serious than that ..(i love pistachio nuts) the cracking open of one as giving birth scares the hell out of me ..so very glad to be a man ;) i can hear your mantra coming from an Italian mom and/or grandmother easily ;) i think they like that kind of humor/guilt ... it is a just remittance for "mom" to pay in receiving such a cook book ... i suppose it contains things as "braxton hicks cup cakes" and "contraction squeezed lemon cookies" ... or "don't drop pan cakes" ... or .....OK! i'm done ;) i do hope you and mom are getting along ... love and peace
E.

[Elmarie]

Awesome review :)

[KWP]

oh hello you ... my mum and I are are now and have always been just fab :) it was more just a play with words ... I wrote a piece with the same idea as an introduction to a novel ... I thought I would just play and see what came out as I have written anything for ages ... just a free flow you know ... I wanted to write a poem about Ganesh ... but I went a bit NUTS instead ... hahaha ... I know you get it ... I like your recipe ideas ... those first two give me flashback and not in a good way ... X

[Einstein Noodle]

love to you my very good friend! sorry about the flashbacks :}

[KWP]

hehehe ... I shall live to fight on ... and crack a few more nuts (between my breasts perhpas) ;D hahaha X

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha! that's very funny ..such a visual :O ..i think my kids are a bunch of walnuts ..but i sure love 'em!

[Elmarie]

I really enjoyed this and it kept me entertained line after line. I was lucky and never had a birth longer than 7 hours. But the hell of the last moments are quickly replaced by the bliss of the child you embrace. a Really interesting read.

Blessings

El

[KWP]

Hey there fellow Aussie ... thanks for the read :) just seeing what was spewed forth ... and look what came ... X Happy Evening to you X

[Elmarie]

We are having rather wild weather. Hope you have a great night.