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Born Twice in Blood
I gave you a daughter
To have and to hold
I gave you her gently
More precious than gold
I stitched her together
And formed her with care
Created her lovely
Then born to me bare
Was bare as a baby
I held her to me
Then she upturned her gaze
Looked sweetly at me
You gave me no child
But something unfinished
Deformed and ugly
So twisted and blemished
Creature of sorrow
I’d spare you the image
All blackened and shadowed
Reflecting your visage
You moulded it thus
Concocted its nature
Then expected me
To cherish and nurture?
Despicable steward!
You hurt my daughter
Distorted her image
And raised her for slaughter.
Despising my glory
Dismissing her worth
Her face my reflection,
The salt of the earth
Revise your destruction
Bring her to water
Where her soul pants for me
Drink up, my daughter.
Returned to me, my child
Now forever mine
Born again in my blood
Sweet fountains of wine.
Copyright ©
Alice Reynolds
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