Newborn
My heart shifted
It made a room for you,
never to be empty.
I held you- soft and warm,
a tiny bundle,
bald and bawling.
How in a moment
did this bond bubble up
between us?
So strong –
I would kill
to keep you
safe.
Posted in Autobiography, Poetry, Writing, tagged baby, bond, child, daughter, Family, kill, love, newborn, Personal, safe, son on August 19, 2012| 4 Comments »
My heart shifted
It made a room for you,
never to be empty.
I held you- soft and warm,
a tiny bundle,
bald and bawling.
How in a moment
did this bond bubble up
between us?
So strong –
I would kill
to keep you
safe.
