Two bags of sugar
A pinch of ground black pepper,
Weight of the baby
Mother gave birth to that day.
(I've sure made up for it since).
Born on the Sabbath
Priests rejoiced at her bedside.
Six weeks early, though,
Sagittarian archer
Not a horned Capricorn goat.
First hours without God
We both looked death in the eye,
Mum was scarred by cancer,
I tubed and incubated,
Months, before we both pull through.
My life's owed to her
She held and succoured me close,
Feeding me her love,
Her tender arms held me safe
Protecting my beginnings.
Celebrate birthday
By toasting love to Mother,
Lost to the C-word.
I protect her memory
Held close, so dear to me.
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