by Marshall Jamison
Trumpets screamed a triumphant message
In her brain
But she lay quietly as her heart beat
With joy and thankful relief of pain.
Her new son slept beside her, in the peace
Of quiet exhaustion
She called him Isaac because she liked the name –
Her first born son. Her wise nurse then
Told her, according to the Bible, the name
So there in the dark, she held laughter
To her breast, with Joy.