After
I took a bath
And gently held my breath
To see where from you came
My caesarian scar
Bore the moment you were taken from me
So suddenly, to release us both from pain
I signed a sheet
At 6am, gas and air
Still reeling in my bed
I am surprised my signiture
Bore intelligent reading
God knows I was out of my head
Yet the 12 hour labour
Saw a name on paper
Written so clear and true
I had done my best my dear daughter
But in the end, I had to give my consent
For others to bring your life to you
The journey to the theatre
Felt so short
And yet so long
A crowd of people
Were around us
They even put music on
I cried to them
Is the pain going to stop now
Is that needle our way home
Within seconds
Your journey was interupted
But you were never on your own
I wondered what you must of felt
Travelling on this journey
So sure you would make it through
And suddenly as you get a step further
The whole experience is stopped
And suddenly you have no more to do
Your tiny body is eased out
As you struggle to make sense
Of what is happening and why
You are in the world now
Not the way we planned
And heartbroken, I don't hear you cry
Instead placed in their arms
This tiny face reaches mine
So wide awake and not a tear on display
Your beautiful blue eyes
Seemed to tell me in an instant
Don't worry Mummy, I made it ok....
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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