New Arrival
Like a knotted handkerchief,
Like a pit-bull pup.
My new baby, my new baby.
Blue skin, fat folds, bunched up.
My new baby, my new baby.
Like a slasher flick,
Like a trip gone wrong.
My new baby, my new baby.
Punch drunk, white walls,
Fucked up, so small.
My new baby, my new baby.
I’m interrupted, out of step.
My hips don’t swing when I walk anymore.
My new baby mewls, I tut, I sigh.
It calls to me, I’m tired, I cry.
I’m a milk machine,
I’m a beating heart,
I’m a pair of arms,
I’m somehow apart.
But like an extra head
She grows on me.
A new way of thinking,
New eyes to see.
New mummy speak,
I sing, I coo.
I wipe the sick
And sniff for poo.
Like a landlocked mermaid
I strap on some legs.
My new baby, my new baby.
Like a rising star,
Like a god to her,
Like Mother bloody Nature.
My new baby, my baby,
Mine.
joe kozarzewski
Fri 3rd Jul 2015 16:47
This is very earthy and lovely. Even as a man I can empathise with the sentiment expressed in this poem