Apr 2015
walking up a rainy street on a rainy day
umbrellas up, protecting bustling bodies
against the drops falling from the sky.
agonising stumbles down the road.
''i created a life, but you have no idea,''
they whirl on by, lost in their own worlds,
heads bowed, shoulders hunched, stony
silence. and inside, in the warm, a little one
lying in her mother's arms. sleeping.
breathing. softly. a new life, isabella.
umbrellas up, protecting bustling bodies
against the drops falling from the sky.
agonising stumbles down the road.
''i created a life, but you have no idea,''
they whirl on by, lost in their own worlds,
heads bowed, shoulders hunched, stony
silence. and inside, in the warm, a little one
lying in her mother's arms. sleeping.
breathing. softly. a new life, isabella.
this is inspired by my mother was telling me how when i was born in sydney it was rainy and she looked out the window, disbelieving, wanting to tell everyone that she'd just created a life.
