Rainbow Baby

Rainbow Baby*

For Eliza-Rae, our own little ray of sunshine

I often worried I couldn’t love you

‘cause you weren’t mine.

I hadn’t seen one up close since August ’95

even then we shared the same skin,

unreal, you, little

blanketed bundle belonging to us.

I’m sorry I wasn’t excited earlier

just ‘cause of the two that fell before

I still threw mummy a shower

and prayed it wouldn’t pour.

Subtly sweeping was the moment

I kissed your peachy cheek

and realised I could, forever

*(A term referring to the successful birth of a baby following a previous miscarriage, stillborn or infant death. A rainbow used is a symbol of hope after a storm).