By Richard DJJ Bowdery
You were born long before you should have arrived,
A gossamer life no bigger than my hand,
Encased in this plastic womb,
With an umbilical cord
Of tubes and wires,
A surrogate mother supporting your precious life.
Day after day I watch over you in hope,
Watching your tiny chest fall, I hold my breath…
Then at last I see it rise,
The monitors watch as well
But I ignore them,
Until they demand attention which I fear to give.
This is our life though for how long who can say,
Yet as each day passes we’re closer to home,
My dream! But dreams are just that
Which is why I won’t sleep,
Until I am sure
That when I awake this dream is our reality.
© Richard DJJ Bowdery 2019