Birth Of An Anxious MotherA Poem by Chris Shaw(As a 20 year old, with a baby in a premature unit for a month, I was only too aware of infant mortality)
My baby daughter couldn't wait
to leave the safety of my womb. Ignoring all predicted dates, she made her entrance far too soon. Then whisked away when she arrived, six weeks early, feather weight and stolen from me she was placed inside a box to incubate. Fed with mother's milk expressed, she stayed until her lungs grew strong, but separation played a part, an anxious mother, I was born. Whose eyes would watch her every move, the rise and fall of each short breath, a frequent touch of her soft flesh, so fearful I of infant death.
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13 Reviews Added on September 5, 2018 Last Updated on September 5, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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