Elizabeth Russell Poems
- My Baby's Mother There’s something inside me at last For a ...
- The Drunk I wasn’t always a drunk Once I was a child - a ...
- Loneliness Loneliness so deep only a child Could bear ...
- The Embrace Your unruly blonde hair Caresses your face You ...
- The Tear A tear slowly slides down a small cheek Pauses for ...
- The Sick Child I stare at the words That have stolen My ...
- The Value Of Honesty As a child I considered the possibility...
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My Baby's Mother
There’s something inside me at last
For a long time there was nothing
I gaze at the reflection of my baby’s mother in the mirror
She raises her glass, drinks
And turns away
Pragmatism wins over introspection
Her glass is empty
She already loves her baby more than she has ever loved herself –
But will that be enough?
For him? For her?
She imagines how he will look when he is born
How she will dress him
What sort of man he will become
And knows he will be more than she ever was
Because she will love him
More than her mother ever could
She won’t ...