22/03/2015

#poem #poetry #amwritng #whilemotherwashes #newborn

While Mother Washes

wrinkled hand held head stretching
to fall toe short of elbow crook
where are the bones
           there is too much skin

screwed eyes open brief we share faces
           my burbling ceases
gone are the statements of beauty
as I state the fact that I am your dad

          satisfied skin warm nap
half voiced song whispered
we rock comfort rock side to side
in shared breath

name bands
          finger thick
          ankle and wrist
pegged umbilical drips

you are not my child
you are new life
                         of mine


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