I remember your father
kicking in my womb.
The sunshine
fell on the floor
as if it were
worshiping me.
I felt just like I was
the ****** Mary or something
being told what was what
in some Renaissance
painting by some guy whose
name I can’t even
pronounce.
“Woah there...little one! ”
I said chuckling to the kicking.
“There’s still time enough...less of the rough stuff! ”
I tried to coax it into quietness.
“Don’t be in such...a hurry...I’ll still be here! ”
I smiled to it and myself.
Then I had breakfast of coffee
& scrambled egg & chives
with a little dill & paprika sprinkled on top.
Went on making baby
for all I was worth.
The paprika would explain
the red hair!
God...when it came...it was
a difficult birth.
Felt like a peach...split apart.
Beethoven came into the room
from some passing car radio
& then floated out again
as if he were gliding around
on his own notes.
I tried to follow
where the music was going
but it got entangled
in next door’s clothes line.
A pigeon walked up & down
the window sill
trying to look as if he was
very busy but he was only
passing time
&...poo!
“Shoo! ” I scolded it
and then wondered
what a pigeon would look like
in a *****
Need a lot of changing!
I took a stray feather
from a pillow
balanced it on
my swollen belly
(God I was...huge!)
& laughed
as it got kicked off.
“That’s my girl! ”
I grinned
‘cos I was
sure I was
having a girl
but instead
I was
having your father.
Always never knew where I was
with him.
He was always his own
person
even when he hardly even
existed.
Then when he handed me you
& I realised my baby’s had a baby
I just cried
& cried
...’till I
laughed.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
I remember your father
kicking in my womb.
The sunshine
fell on the floor
as if it were
worshiping me.
I felt just like I was
the ****** Mary or something
being told what was what
in some Renaissance
painting by some guy whose
name I can’t even
pronounce.
“Woah there...little one! ”
I said chuckling to the kicking.
“There’s still time enough...less of the rough stuff! ”
I tried to coax it into quietness.
“Don’t be in such...a hurry...I’ll still be here! ”
I smiled to it and myself.
Then I had breakfast of coffee
& scrambled egg & chives
with a little dill & paprika sprinkled on top.
Went on making baby
for all I was worth.
The paprika would explain
the red hair!
God...when it came...it was
a difficult birth.
Felt like a peach...split apart.
Beethoven came into the room
from some passing car radio
& then floated out again
as if he were gliding around
on his own notes.
I tried to follow
where the music was going
but it got entangled
in next door’s clothes line.
A pigeon walked up & down
the window sill
trying to look as if he was
very busy but he was only
passing time
&...poo!
“Shoo! ” I scolded it
and then wondered
what a pigeon would look like
in a *****
Need a lot of changing!
I took a stray feather
from a pillow
balanced it on
my swollen belly
(God I was...huge!)
& laughed
as it got kicked off.
“That’s my girl! ”
I grinned
‘cos I was
sure I was
having a girl
but instead
I was
having your father.
Always never knew where I was
with him.
He was always his own
person
even when he hardly even
existed.
Then when he handed me you
& I realised my baby’s had a baby
I just cried
& cried
...’till I
laughed.
