Rock hard butter rips holes in my toast.
Her hands do this flawlessly – but not today.

Beneath a mound of blankets, she lays
Completely still, though not asleep.

A smile crosses her lips, riddled with affliction
Thanks, but I’m not hungry, another day the same response.

Soon you’ll be a super mum –
Though right now it’s alright to be weak.

Until she is both father and mum –
I will keep her on her feet.

Now wipe your eyes and sit up please.
I won’t leave ‘til you eat.

A silent nod sends tears down her cheek –
Without you mum, there is no me.


© Jordan Costigan