My body is a gate – by Nick Green
My body is a gate letting an angel through.
Little angel, unknown angel with no name.
My body racked with pain I let the epidural methadone take
me to a calmer, happier place while little whatshisname, whatshername shifted
her (or his) tiny shoulders so that the head and neck fell into my birth canal –
getting ready to meet ‘Mummy’ for the first time.
Then as if the sun started shining again on a rainy day, he
pushed open the gate
and it was a boy.
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