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).
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