I find nappies and wash again and again
Our baby girl grows, changes, interacts
Despite what her mother went through
The cancer, the infection
Our bundle of joy seems blessed
But what of us?
We have been hiding pain so long
It seeps out like pus
Especially when we drink with friends
Smiling and sporting offspring
Poo Pooing life before children
(Only because it didn't nearly kill them)
Poo Pooing life before children
(Only because it didn't nearly kill them)
Us too aware of the nearness of the edge
Tired of everything
Yet acting excited
As if for the cameras
Click! Click!
If it had come to a choice
Between my wife's life or our daughter's
Would we have had the strength?
If it had come to a choice
Between my wife's life or our daughter's
Would we have had the strength?
Our child is not
A future monarch
Of some Danish fiefdom
Just a consequence of her hope, my lust
Perhaps that will be enough
© shaun patrick green 2014
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