Newborn

Newborn

Years before your birth

When you were just a twinkle in my eye;

A speck of dust floating in the cosmos,

A thought, a need, a longing of mine,

With no physical existence,

I planned for your arrival.

Buying bootees and matinee coats

At jumble sales and church fêtes,

I collected anything to do with babies

To store away in a bottom drawer.

Boy or girl, it would not matter,

Thoughts of motherhood,

Of toothless smiles and laughter

Would fill my mind and days.

Before your beginning, I would wonder

Did you choose me for your Mother

In some pre-mortal world?

Could you see me collecting baby clothes?

Now you have your own newborn,

The same thoughts come to you;

You notice him gazing at things

That no-one else can see.

Some say newborns play with angels.

One day a bridge between the worlds

Is crossed; the newborn can't look back.

The veil of forgetfulness descends,

And the newborn has a task to fulfil.
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