For my baby — who is a baby no more — When your life began,
So did mine.
As you first acclimatised
To being without my womb,
I regained consciousness,
From anaesthesia -
With which I’d slept
While they saved lives -
First yours,
Then mine. Opening my eyes again,
Taking you into my arms,
Putting you to breast
To feed.
Sweet, warm
Living child,
Who I…
