Every birthday of a child
holds a memory of that first day.
for it’s mother
Today an echo of Matthew’s birth,
began early, at dawn.
His serious gaze
meeting mine, reassuring
before we were parted,
temporarily.
[This was finished too late to be included in Jo Prescott's challenge yesterday, when it would have been more appropriate]
I'm not a mum so I have difficulty relating to 'motherhood' emotions. I'm not sure I'd have made a very good mother either, though I'll never really know.
ReplyDeleteI can remember the first time I realised that my nephew was actually a real, individual, little man and not just a squalling mess of life. Actually it's his 'serious gaze' that is most vivid in my memory.
I'm a mum x 3, much to my shock since I was so anti the idea that I suggested getting sterilised before we married (at nineteen!). However, I have to say despite the fact that I don't think I was a very good one, they all appear to think I wasn't THAT bad. Matthew was the second one.
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