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
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
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
