...On the night of 19th when my breasts became hard and sore to touch, the nurses brought me hot water bottles rather than my baby. I should have known. ...Birdman was apparently away to Very Big City with our baby. Every SMS update sent to me about her after 16th Jan was fake. I was a donkey eating at his trough. I should have known. ...Visitors who came to see me in the hospital did not look me straight in the eye. I should have known. ...My mother sounded reluctant every time I asked her on a timeline on when my stitches would be cut and I could travel to Very Big City. I should have known. ...I grieved at how many pricks and tubes were affixed to my little baby while she lay cold and unfeeling at the bottom of an earth pit fatigued from all the effort she put into staying alive. I should have known. ...Family dropped clues on how oxygen deprivation could affect the brain. I spelt it out for them. I told them that Lola was my daughter even if she came out r-e-t-a-r-d-e-d from the o...
I said it there, but I'll say it here, too. I love your submission, it was very touching. Thank you for your words!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your publication - it's very touching and heartfelt.
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Oh wow. What a gorgeous poem.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sad yet strong poem. Well done and congrats :)
ReplyDeleteas I told you over there--brilliant and beautiful. We are the richer.
ReplyDeletepowerful poem. I read it and felt sad and strong for you both at the same time.
ReplyDeleteI love it. Beautiful.
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Wonderful, spiritual, true, profound.
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