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Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love)


A Kiss For Mum


There should have been dancing
And hugging, with twirls
The day that you blessed us
With a precious baby girl
But instead as she rested
Content in our arms
The monitors bleeped
Their most urgent alarms
Coloured lights flashed
Nothing seemed right
Though battle had continued
Through the day and at night
And in that hospital IC room,
All our hopes proved in vain,
As that stealthy invader,
Just shut down your brain
And those highly-trained medics
With their state-of-art kit
Couldn't stop that incursion
Nor curb it one bit
And gradually that day
We could see hope was gone
Only life-support breathed,
Like some grim Ariston
And though we willed for a miracle
While stroking your head
And squeezing your hands
And your arms by the bed
While baby slept on
So blissful by your side,
We kissed you goodnight.
And gave thanks for your light.

Submitted: Monday, June 06, 2011
Edited: Monday, September 10, 2012

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