Comments about Mandy Baldwin
His Mother's Son
She gave him his life in a welter of pain
in the pit of a cold March night.
The wind blew cold so the fire was lit
and they lay there, all naked and white
And she thrilled to the dark, primal gaze of her son
as his first morning bloomed into light.
And she never let go of his small, wizened hand
and the cradle was always in sight.