No matter how much you try,
You can still hear your baby cry.

The doctors and nurses
Fussed about, gave advice,
Gave cold comfort words that
Fell from you like dying birds.

Maybe you imagine your baby
Lived, that secretly they stole her
And took to give to some other
****** up drained out mother.

You dream you have her in your
Arms and she comes to life with
A cough and splutter and opens
Blue eyes; her small lips wanting
To **** the dried up dugs, seeking
The absent milk, the warmth of hold.

Then you wake up with tired eyes
To dark dawn feeling the biting cold.

Some nights you feel her about drop,
The ghostly babe, and crouching by a
Wall, wait and feel the phantom pain.

Men passing by think you want to ****,
But all you want is love and baby back.