Your heart,

that bleebing blip


I watched

in red


womb wall,


your heart

is broken.


A life

finely played


on stage

of love,


your heart

that flipped


& flew away



on the sleeve

of some


tall stranger.


Your heart,

that once


was locked

in mine


is beating

out of time


I, mother

to all beasts


carer of

the weak


can’t reach out

across the sea


hold you

in your sleep


& fix this.


I struggled

to be strong


I shouted

to be heard


I birthed you

in a world


where your voice

could grow


& your life

would be more


than mine:


bright & safe

& open.


How is it

that we’re




After forty



a mother

& her child



in a world



with choices.